Picture me at twelve, Annunciation Day
To be sent off to the Falklands, that's for what I prayed
And the beads moved through my fingers
As I marched around the schoolyard on parade
And I wanted to believe every word I sang
Captive from the start, you can't even find the door
Yes, eternal peace awaits but for now you'll get eternal war
And not even the government knows what the fuck it's for anymore
So keep on praying to Mary, virgin mother, cheating whore
Matty, you were born on Christmas day
And just like the one they call Jesus Christ
You had thirty-three years before they sent you on your way
And though you'll never be resurrected,
Well, neither was he, despite what they say
But don't get your hopes up, my friends,
'Cause that don't mean that there ain't no judgment day

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