She was like a bra married to a minister
Everything was slipping, everything was sinister
Hell was there, heaven was there with all the in-betweens
Good and evil and so-so painted in vivid colorful scenes
There was a guy in a vat with his hair on fire
A lonely orphan slashing a car tire
Angels floating above a field of sheep
A horde of Johns soliciting Bo-Peep
As she put them off by reciting poetry and prancing
The men were complaining that she should be dancing
There was a truck full of workers off to pick corn and grapes
All smoking elaborately engraved silver vapes
Surely this mural was painted by a monk
Or a leather clad scraggly pot headed punk.