Hiding in a bathroom in a French restaurant On the street that Hutchinson prophesied We're all gonna die And God will destroy Boston Then was exiled to Bronxville And when it ends that's where I'll go I don't think that this theology Can characterize me I've no affliction It's your projection When I leave I'll be vindicated I want to think the Episcopalians at Park Street Don't mind that though I look like a boy That's not what I'm going for Nobody here minds what the fuck I look like As long as I don't speak Or if I do It's not about collective bargaining I know all about This theology Nothing here was made for me I'll show you a real affliction