She chose the soft center 
And took it to bed with her mother 
And the ideal confusion 
Was just an illusion 
To gain further news of her brother 
 
And the comfort of mother 
Was just an appeal for protection 
For the cat from next door 
Was found later at four 
In surgical dissection 
 
And I don't want to be 
The son of any freak 
Who for a chocolate center 
Can take you off the street 
 
For soon they'll plough the desert 
And God knows where I'll be 
Collecting submarine numbers 
On the main street of the sea 
 
The Vicar is thicker 
And I just can't see through to him 
For his cardinal sings 
A collection of hymns 
And a collection of coins is made after 
 
And who wrote the Bible 
Was it Judas or Pilate 
Well one cleans his hands 
While the other one hangs 
But still I continue to stand