At Conception

歌詞

Jeannie has been Throwing up All morning The poor girl's Been so heartsick Ever since her boyfriend went to war Father Cole has done his best To console her girl More so than some neighbors Deem necessary But he does count and measure young love Picketing the clinic outside town Father Cole holds the record For turning twelve girls around If anybody knows The sorrows of the Young woman it's Father Cole He's been acting Out of sorts That strange sermon he gave "Accept the germination due to rain." Jeannie Whispers: She's carrying But there's One awful catch Her boyfriend's been off In the desert for half a year Cole cried: "This simply cannot be!" She quipped quite the opposite: "I'm hardly The Virgin Mary!..." "...And you're no carpenter..." "...So who will build my home?" "Jeannie you are just a kid!" "You can't conceive such mortal sins!" Everything will be all right What happens in confession, Stays in the confessional (x3) So what goes on behind those curtains... "Jeannie you're just a kid, You won't conceive this mortal sin."