| And though the solitudes have won, | |
| I cannot begin to crave you. | |
| Please spring us, | |
| Madeline, from these rusted jails of lust we live in; | |
| I'm living in... | |
| I will find you, | |
| Lord, in the classified loves of three good women. | |
| You are familiar with these terms, | |
| I trust. Don't you mind | |
| Our children go unseen to us. | |
| The popular singers, they're mean to us. | |
| You'll find: | |
| There's joy in being barred from the temple, | |
| Barred from the temple, | |
| Barred from the temple. | |
| There's joy in being barred from the temple, | |
| Barred from the temple, | |
| Barred from the temple. | |
| And, though the grace is singing our praise in countless catchy ways, | |
| Escape from what could only be the soil and dirts of freedom's all | |
| I'm thinking of. | |
| I will fund you, | |
| Lord, through the classified loves of three good women. | |
| You are familiar with these terms, | |
| I trust. Don't you find such freedoms go unseen to us | |
| The popular singers, | |
| They'll sing to us in time | |
| Of joys and being barred from the temple... | |
| And, though the solitudes have won, | |
| I cannot begin to crave you. | |
| Please spring us, | |
| Madeline, from these dusty tales of lust we live in; | |
| I'm giving in. | |
| I will find you, | |
| Lord, in the calcified loves of three good women. | |
| You are familiar with these terms, | |
| I trust. Don't you mind | |
| Our children go unseen to us. | |
| The popular singers they'll sing to us. | |
| There's joy in being barred from the temple, | |
| Barred from the temple, | |
| Barred from the temple. | |
| There's joy in being barred from the temple, | |
| Barred from the temple, | |
| Barred from the temple. | |
| There's joy in being... |