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...