My book of Mormon

Wrapped in Turin

And it seems inferior and jittery

You preach elastic

To your jagged flock

In an eerie passion for self-flattery



I'm emotionally raped by Jesus

I'm emotionally raped by Jesus now

But I'm still here

Yes, somehow I'm still here



What now of my faith

Just a desperate exercise to limit pain

I am weak

I'm emotional and sensitive and frail

In need of some love

Pull the cancer from the Vatican's own state

Uninformed

You will harbour those who nurtured Europe's War

Keep turning my cheek

In a fragile state of violence left me weak

No guilt

Hold your people in disdain and steal their grace



I need replacement

To feel redefined

And it's just this matter of identity

You preach elastic

To your jagged flock

It's an eerie passion for self-flattery



Emotionally I'm wrapped in shame

Emotionally I feel I'm raped

Oh, emotionally in chains



What now of my faith

It's a desperate exercise to limit pain

No guilt

Hold your people in disdain and steal their grace

Keep turning my cheek

I'm emotional and sensitive and weak

Uninformed

You have harboured those who nurtured Europe's War