(Take me to the river)

The pimp and the priest pounce on quickened cats feet 
for the freshest young blood innocence for the feast
the book will then brew what the sinful commit
while the pimp and the priest prey quietly where the precious sinners sit

confess, oh! confess... in the chapel or brothel where we suffocate stress. we've got the time if you've got the scratch (we'll conquer your sins while she screams on her back.)

faster, save me! (how the sins remain hostage.) Harder I can't breathe

Now the priest and the pimp are already equipped 
with an enigmatic frontage posts "we welcome walk-ins"
So we corner our pace and make quick for the door
to be pardoned and passed from the bed to the floor.

take me to the river