Bishop Gaillot Songtext
von Peter Kingsbery

Here is really nowhere but a latin breeding ground
A parade of sex and virtue and I never really meant to hurt you
A pendaison de cremaillere, a row to raise the dead
And every Sunday morning comes the joy of breaking bread

Halo Hilo, all ye saints who walk the earth
The bishop Gaillot has gone against the holy church


And here is where my mother′s father's mother′s sister wed
Birthed and courted, mated, married
A sacrament since dead and buried
And gone are all those dirty fascists who once destroyed my faith
Harlequins of love and God that filled me up with hate

Halo Hilo, all ye saints who walk the earth
The bishop Gaillot has gonea gainst the holy church

And here is where the crucifix was once considered cool
We all assmued the worst could happen in days of drunken stupor laughing
But oh its cold and rainy like they're nailing up the boards
Low and cruel punishment to go and lock the parish doors

Halo Hilo, all ye saints who walk the earth
The bishop Gaillot has gone against the holy church