Juvenile/Spiritual

It's now easier than ever to become a martyr
They're making me in stained glass as we speak
Someone did a number on that Catholic daughter
Her lips are clenched in prayer, she will not eat

There were spirits here today
I found eyeholes in our sheets

Singing hymns by candlelight
Casting out the madness
Meet me on the roof tonight
I'm waiting for an eclipse

Remember Saturday cartoons
Downstairs in the kitchen
Your parents in the other room
Studying religion

How did you come to fall in love
With such a dirty artist?
That poor boy's been growing up
Sleeping with his paint sets

The sun is coming up again
Begin our daily ritual
Worship performed from our bed
Juvenile? spiritual?

It's now early evening, all the TV news is on
Casualties recited to the beating of a drum
The war is in my living room, but I can always turn it off
I leave it there for comfort, can't sleep without the gunshots

The streets are getting cold
It's all I can do to sweat
I tried to sell my soul
But no one wanted that