Missionary Songtext
von Little Kid

And didn′t he look different

When you were staring through the camera lens

At the skin he was embedded in

Like a star within the firmament

So you memorized and practiced him

As if he were a sacrament

You thought remaining abstinent

Might make your love more passionate

Exhibitionist and visionary
Magdalene and mother Mary
Missionless in missionary

If the Lord could make a composite
(And take your ribs from where you lay)
Of all the people that you've kissed
(While you′re sleeping in the sheets)
And burden them with consciousness
(Breathe some life into the clear)
They'd maybe be your opposite


Exhibitionist and visionary
Magdalene and mother Mary
Missionless in missionary
Think of this one while you're sharing
Wisdom with the kids you′ll carry
Missionless in missionary


Missionless in missionary
(Missionless in missionary)
Missionless in missionary
(Missionless in missionary)
Missionless in missionary
(Missionless in missionary)
Missionless in missionary
(Missionless in missionary)
Missionless in missionary
(Missionless in missionary)
Missionless in missionary
(Missionless in missionary)
Missionless in missionary
(Missionless in missionary)
Missionless in missionary
(Missionless in missionary)
Missionless in missionary
(Missionless in missionary)
Missionless in missionary
(Missionless in missionary)
Missionless in missionary
(Missionless in missionary)
Missionless in missionary

As the record plays
Jesus writes our names down
And the feeling melts away

I find your sacred heart
And kiss it in the dark as
We hear the needle march and sway

Then the record ends
We straighten up the bed we
Rustled up and left unmade