Back in the days of dusty fable, we met across a table for lunch
Within minutes I had grown a Quasimodian hunch
That you might be the mythical 'one', so I slid my game-face on
And was granted your attentions via humorous inventions
Dimensions, honesty and good fortune's kept us glued
Hips connected, lips never rejected
But the rising tide of years brings extreme pressure weather
As spectators flock to docks demanding that our vessels tether
Together with a strip torn from the hide of tradition
Where women were traded to men, entering their possession
Though the context may have changed, this trite rite still remains
If you refuse and resist, your lover may abandon ship, so
Let's walk through those courtroom gates
Declare our love to the magistrate
If we're not pledged by officials of state
Past promises ring empty
Archaic institution, chains of God and law torn away from our hearts
By the sexual revolution, ashes of ancient halters aflame
Descend upon the people, fucking and fighting through primordial nights
Our ascendency is feeble, animals at the altar
This is no question of love, please do understand
Emotion's poor motive for any marriage that's planned
'Cause it's a business decision due to the legal impositions
And financial implications that it binds around relations
As for family values, well it hardly seems to help
Keep Dad's bolt and Mom's nut up on the same shelf
Review current statistics, you'll conclude it's not realistic
To vanquish infidelity wielding clerical formality
Your priest, imam or rabbi may file away
Every increase in divorce rates under moral decay
But now that separation's standard rotten bonds may be abandoned
Whereas before under sheep's clothing wolves circled in mutual loathing, still we
Better get approval from the church
They really know how love should work
Those wise old men wearing goat hairshirts
Oracles in the rectory
Archaic institution, chains of God and law torn away from our hearts
By the sexual revolution, ashes of ancient halters aflame
Descend upon the people, fucking and fighting through primordial nights
Our ascendency is feeble, animals at the altar
The more seasoned amongst us tend to flower with expectation
That all couples, once ripe, will pursue marital elation
Trading passionate vows, a chaste kiss to wow their crowds
Then bend backs against primal ploughs, filling cradles on the bough, you've
Got to keep your mother satisfied
It's goddamn awful when she cries
How the rest of your friends have been supplied
With a ring on a hired red carpet
Archaic institution, chains of God and law torn away from our hearts
By the sexual revolution, ashes of ancient halters aflame
Descend upon the people, fucking and fighting through primordial nights
Our ascendency is feeble, animals at the altar