Standard (EADGBE)
They might have burned but the priests were all taking turns
showing nuns what they had discerned about their bodies in the dark
They carried on from the evening until the dawn
like they should have been all along making harmless sparks
instead of breaking little boys' hearts
And God knows, if you noticed the millions of small holes
And ponder the weight of an apple Compared to the trouble we're in
Then a grown man might, be tempted to question his birthright
In front of his kids and devout wife Causing the doubt to begin,
To spread like original sin