In Excess!

Now
My senses found
I've found a cause
A way out (from here)

You
You pathetic bitch
You held me back
Now I am free (find me)

They
They are alone
They need my help
We are as one (needing)

I
I have salvation
I have the answer
I have the way out (freedom)

Today's the day
Or maybe tomorrow
Or sometime this week
(Definitely)

But
The point is
I've found the cure
Now slit your wrists so I can sacrifice
Well, maybe that's a bit over-the-top
But you get my gist and
Now I've found Catholicism

Kiss
Kiss the alter
Drink the blood
Do whatever the priest asks (okay)

Now
I'm standing one edge
Leaning out into the abyss
Wind is blowing
Causing havoc
I've just had this hair styled

But the walrus is stuck
And the tide is coming in

Father Joseph is on the box
I don't mean, no, not the Soviet father
I don't want to miss his sermon
He's the best in my books

But the walrus is stuck
And the tide is coming in

I've already lost a job in strange circumstances
As you will see
Which I think might have contributed to
My relapse onto hard drugs

But the walrus is stuck
And the tide is coming in

I'm so dedicated to the charity
They'll see I get no recognition
I could just slit their throats
Yes I could - when I get back to camp

But the walrus is stuck
And the tide is coming in

They
They don't know
How much I care
About the fucking walrus
It saved my life
Now I must save it
From the quicksand

Now I think of it
Why don't walruses usually live on rocky shore?
Why is there quicksand here?
Ah forget it now, it's only a song
And I've only got to sing it

Now
My senses found
I've found a cause
A way out (from here)

You
You pathetic bitch
You held me back
Now I am free (find me)

They
They are alone
They need my help
We are as one (needing)

I
I have salvation
I have the answer
I have the way out (freedom)

Now
I'm standing one edge
Leaning out into the abyss
Wind is causing havoc
But I've just had this hair styled

But the walrus is stuck
And the tide is coming in

Father Joseph is on the box
But I don't mean, no, not the Soviet father
I don't want to miss his sermon
He's best in my books

But the walrus is stuck
And the tide is coming in

I've already lost a job in strange circumstances
You will see
Which I think might have contributed to
My relapse onto hard drugs

But the walrus is stuck
And the tide is coming in

I'm so dedicated to the charity
They'll see I get no recognition
I could just slit their throats
Yes I could - when we're back in camp

But the walrus is stuck
And the tide is coming in

My
Dear
My very dear
Wormwood
My poppet
My pigs need
Unmistakeably
Now
That all is lost
You come whimpering
To ask me whether the terms...

Readings from C.S. Lewis' "The Screwtape Letters", David Hall's "Definitive Biography of Fred Dibnah" and Alec Clifton-Taylor's "English Parish Churches"

My
Dear
My very dear
Wormwood
My poppet
My pigs need
Unmistakeably
Now
That all is lost
You come whimpering
To ask
Me whether
The terms of affection
In which I address you
Meant nothing
From the beginning
Far from it
Rest assured