Lisa’s Christening

The temple swayed from side to side, we waited at the door
Reading bibles, snorting coke and looking rather bored
The priestess passed the holy water and we drank it, asked for more
At Lisa's Christening

And through the dark clouds round the steeple, sun and stars appeared
We reached for our protective helmets - it was raining chandeliers
And farmer caught a melting shell and pressed it to his ear
At Lisa's Christening

Priestess held the silver mirror, winked and combed her hair
She whistled twice and snapped her fingers - we knelt and said a prayer
Raised the baton, shouted "Louder" - threw Lisa in the air
But she survived...