Testo Bishop Gaillot

Here is really nowhere but a latin breeding groundA parade of sex and virtue and I never really meant to hurt youA pendaison de cremaillere, a row to raise the deadAnd every Sunday morning comes the joy of breaking breadHalo Hilo, all ye saints who walk the earthThe bishop Gaillot has gone against the holy churchAnd here is where my mother's father's mother's sister wedBirthed and courted, mated, marriedA sacrament since dead and buriedAnd gone are all those dirty fascists who once destroyed my faithHarlequins of love and God that filled me up with hateHalo Hilo, all ye saints who walk the earthThe bishop Gaillot has gonea gainst the holy churchAnd here is where the crucifix was once considered coolWe all assmued the worst could happen in days of drunken stupor laughingBut oh its cold and rainy like they're nailing up the boardsLow and cruel punishment to go and lock the parish doorsHalo Hilo, all ye saints who walk the earthThe bishop Gaillot has gone against the holy church(Peter Kingsbery)© Edwin Ellis Warner Chappell Music France