I was raised by a pack of anglicans
who were constantly falling down
simply to get up again
and in that tumbling
a chorus
could be heard
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry in my guilt
I never meant to hurt you
while all the while
we raped africa
and bombed dresden
and when ever I go into a church
my middle finger salute
rises up over my head
thine is the kingdom
and the power
and the glory