- I. Let Us Pray:
Call for the priest, I'm dying!
- II. Call For The Priest:
Well, the pressure's too much, you know I peaked last night.
I gotta get me some a quick release.
City is standing on my shoulders.
My body's going piece by piece.
Well I know what I want and I know where to get it .
I'm going there right away.
This is one priest that I don't have to fall on.
Down to my knees and pray, no!
When your back's to the wall come along one and all.
We shall fight all the slander that's penned.
It's us we shall choose let the bigoted lose.
For our triumph's the means to their end.
With you by my side I shall ride every storm.
Let the cynics drop dead in their critical head.
They're wrist merchants as we all can see.
Bunch of deaf ears with their columnized fears.
Such a shame, what a shame, oh dear me!
solo
When your back's to the wall come along one and all.
We shall fight all the slander that's penned.
It's us we shall choose let the bigoted lose.
For our triumph's the means to their end.
Yes I know what I want and I know where to get it .
I'm going there right away.
This is one priest that I don't have to fall on.
Down to my knees and pray, no!