The man in the box is the only one who knows
All the sins of the husbands wives and hoes
When they spill their guts once a year
The man in the box fills up his ear
How does he deal with over loaded information he's found
Does he bury it with his rosary beads in his heart or the ground
He is a man who's tortured by sins
A man proven in studies like a conduit to god
Speak all of your worst as he'll give you the forgiveness nod
twenty our fathers or a dozen hail Marie's ,light five candles at the foot the statue of our god
You've purged your soul no go on about your way
You'll do it again there is no doubt you'll be back to pay
Nodding silently
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