Fiona's

Went aloft on a magic carpet
Armed yourself with myriad schemes
Extrication is the name of this fight
Manipulating people as your puppets
Setting alarms along the Mississippi
Singing the glorious hymn
The play is going to begin tonight
Thou shalt not bear false witness
Sinners begging for forgiveness
Baptizing themselves as clean as a baby
Chaucer lamented the demise of innocence
Cursing among the lines
‘thou to hell shalt go’
The river is crying
As if Mama Marie humming the old story
Chuckling over the ridiculous lies
Da La La La
Gently lit up a house of warmth
Baby, I knew
I knew