All These Pretty Nuns

all these pretty nuns
are enough to make a boy like me
reconsider piety
and I've been cast out of paradise so many times
for so many victimless crimes
it's a sin
but when God steals your woman you know you can't win

all these pretty nuns
cloistered in the hollow of His hand
while this voice commands me:
"climb this tree"
"pick this apple"
but your spirit guides you past all desire
and you can't feel the fire

(you can't feel the fire)

bring me a chariot of my own
to knock down the pillars and shatter the throne
after all, don't we all die alone?
it's a sin
but when God steals your woman you know you can't win

heart and soul
you're drawing lines that don't exist
self-deprivation is always the twist
while you leave me twisting
unkissed

all these pretty nuns
shivering in God's embrace
forbidden fruit is an acquired taste
but you'll continue chaste and chased
it's a sin

but when God steals your woman you know you can't win