You were ashamed of what you knew Oh but the big folks, they knew something too Of a sewer to drain swollen needs of christian men So unspoken, so unshamed, you leaned your head down anyway Immorality's near Wasn't punished as a child, so i punished myself Grief and mundanity in my sense of self The condition wrapped up in a fischl painting Come on, i don't need your pity Immorality's near