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 kingdom come He bought her a bird in a silver cage For blessed company, '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.