He had the hands of a missionary
She had the body of a nun
In the fumblings of their union
They found the key to [bad word] He bought her a bird in a silver cage
For [bad word]  'cos he knew
one day they're gonna lock the door
And throw away the key
 
 
Blow out the candles,
Morning's moving in.
Flowers bloom on Alcatraz now.
Let the caged bird sing
Let the caged bird sing
 
 
The church called them anarchists
Class Ward, they called them saints
When they lost the plot they kept moving
Looking for heaven's gate
Stole a car and got as far
As the motel on Damascus Road
The TV screens threw back their dreams
When the cathode ray exploded.