Werewolves in Cassocks
Ygyatta · 2011 · Track 5
When the good brings no joy,
When neither women nor meat bring pleasure,
When life itself has long lost its thrill —
Werewolves in cassocks come.
Surely, the Lord must love me after all.
Surely, it was He who, placing His hand upon my atheistic crown,
Sobered and enlightened me, and granted keen sight to my eyes,
Allowing me to discern beneath the holy vestments these uninvited guests:
Bestial attributes and goat-like mugs.
For, gentlemen, for Jesus Christ
Has neither horns nor a tail.
Nor a tail!