Mansun
"Cancer"


My book of Mormon, wrapped in Turin
And it seems inferior and jittery
You preach elastic, to your jagged flock
In an eerie passion for self-flattery

I'm emotionally raped by Jesus
I'm emotionally raped by Jesus now
But I'm still here
Yet somehow I'm still here

What now of my faith?
Just a desperate exercise to limit pain
I am weak, I'm emotional and sensitive and frail
In need of some love
Pull the cancer from the Vatican's own state
Uninformed, you will harbour those
Who nurtured Europe's war

Keep turning my cheek
In a fragile state of violence left me weak
No guilt, hold your people in disdain
And steal their grace

I need replacement to feel redefined
And it's just this matter of identity
You preach elastic, your jagged flock
It's an eerie passion for self-flattery

Emotionally I'm wrapped in shame
Emotionally I feel I'm raped
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Emotionally in shame

What now of my faith?
It's a desperate exercise to limit pain
No guilt, hold your people in disdain
And steal their grace

Keep turning my cheek
I'm emotional and sensitive and weak
Uninformed, you have harboured those
Who nurtured Europe's war