Letra de At Conception
Jeannie has been Throwing up All morningThe poor girl's Been so heartsick Ever since her boyfriend went to warFather Cole Has done his best To console her girlMore so than some neighbors Deem necessary But he does count and measure young lovePicketing the clinic outside town Father Cole holds the record For turning twelve girls aroundIf anybody knows The sorrows of the Young woman it'sFather Cole He's been acting Out of sortsThat strange sermon he gave "Accept the germination due to rain."Jeannie Whispers: She's carryingBut there's One awful catch Her boyfriend's been off In the desert for half a yearCole cried: "This simply cannot be!" She quipped quite the opposite: "I'm hardly The Virgin Mary!...""...And you're no carpenter..." "...So who will build my home?" "Jeannie you are just a kid!" "You can't conceive such mortal sins!"Everything will be all rightWhat happens in confession, Stays in the confessional (x3) So what goes on behind those curtains..."Jeannie you're just a kid, You won't conceive this mortal sin."