Downtown, Trinity Church What's one penitent more? While she was left in the lurch He was washing ashore And it's true, you could tell her everything She never wanted to know Let her shoot, let her have her massacre Blood dripping down in the snow Ring on, Liberty Bell That's affixed to the prow Neptune's watery hell Lives inside of you now And it's true, you could tell her everything She never wanted to know Let her shoot, let her have her massacre Blood dripping down, leaving trails in the snow She left offerings I Didn't want at my door Two birds baked in a pie What a grim metaphor And you spill and confess and you clean up the mess, 'cause That's how you atone But when it's "Bless me, Father," then I suspect She'll never leave you alone And it's true, you could tell her everything She never wanted to know Let her shoot, let her have her massacre Blood dripping down, leaving trails in the snow