Text: The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart. Tenure Itch.

HIS INDISCRETIONS, YOU DON?T MIND
HE SAYS YOUR THOUGHTS NEED FORM
BUT YOUR FORM?S NOT HARD TO FIND
THESE LATE NIGHT SESSIONS, HE?S MASTER STILL
JUST ONE MORE LESSON LEAVES YOU TWISTING TO HIS WILL

EVERY NIGHT HE COMES AND GOES AGAIN
IF IT ISNT RIGHT, IT ISNT HIM
HE MAKES CORRECTIONS, YOU SHUT THE BLINDS
YOU?RE TALKING LESS AND LESS,
BUT THE WORDS AREN?T HARD TO FIND
HIS LAST SUGGESTION, IT MAKES YOU ILL,
STILL ONE MORE LESSON LEAVES YOU TWISTING TO HIS WILL


(Thanks to Harold Navarro for these lyrics)