Candles, cathedrals and handfuls of change in the great white plate for
The great white man with the smile that saves and the hands that heal.
Make a deal, he’ll make a miracle… The walls collapse, the steeple snaps
And turns into a rocket. He’ll fly you off to Mars… Just line his
Pocket. He’ll turn your Mother into Marzipan. He can! And he will with
Those holy fingers. Double glazing, quite amazing coma toes. Ask the lady
In the 13th row. She was Monroe for a day but she paid. How she paid! The
Price of salvation is high.
