Cuthbert And The Nightwalkers:Catholic Guilt

Men are frequently
All happy
But can't act domestically

Instead they'll paint it red
And make their bed
Amongst the filth they can forget

And in the night
When hours fly
I try
Not to think on damage done inside

And there's a body that's not received but built
Has begun to shun his catholic guilt

I stroll to the door
Over four friend's bodies
Lying on the floor

The morning's clarity
Shows a scene
Of skin inconsistency

And I am allowed in
To this peaceful morning
It's so sobering
Apparently they're travelling

So we'll make our way through five very very different days
We'll meet up again when our rosters say

I walk the four blocks
In the hot
I'm prepared to lose the lot

'Cause my mind has been set
For two years, yet
It's been delayed by my wallet

My heart sank
When the gentleman
Told me that it had not been retrieved

"At the close of day
When all the tellers go away
That's the best chance"
Is all he'd say