Conversations had
Standing up by office doors with frosted glass
Confidences gained, and confidences lost
And I know
I know
What my public wants
This Sun King rose again
Louis on a throne of his own
A Bourbon biscuit, a cup of milk
Not saving lives, but not taking ones either
Climb the ladder
Reach the top
I'm just a priest
In search of a God
Hail Mary! Hail Caesar!
Hail the Finance Department too
Pretty, petty, pulpy, please
Will the brain follow Where the words lead?
Climb the ladder
Reach the top
I'm just a priest
In search of a God
No thanks, or regret
As Bachman said
You ain't seen nothing yet
Climb the ladder
Reach the top
I'm just a priest
In search of a God
Build a ladder, Reach the top
Build a ladder, Reach the top
Build a ladder, Reach the top
I'm just a priest
In search of a God