Pause for the Priest

Pause for the Priest
cause he’s all wrapped up,
backed up...
his knapsacks on his shoulder rack
an he’s walking n’ carrying
walking n’ carrying.

So pause for the Priest
cause he’s making progress fast.
Don’t laugh!
He’s not sat smoking grass
and the river that runs him is eternal
and old, eternal and old.

Pause for the Priest.
Cause he won’t stop -
shouldn’t stop...
and the sky in his eyes will drop
as he sees us screaming, meaning,
tick tock, tick tock!

So pause for the Priest
cause theres Priest in you
and all you do
is get wrapped up, backed up
n’ bottled till the spirit goes snooze
and you lose,

and you lose.