Back in the days of dusty fable, we met across a table for lunch Within minutes I had grown a Quasimodian hunch That you might be the mythical 'one', so I slid my game-face on And was granted your attentions via humorous inventions Dimensions, honesty and good fortune's kept us glued Hips connected, lips never rejected But the rising tide of years brings extreme pressure weather As spectators flock to docks demanding that our vessels tether Together with a strip torn from the hide of tradition Where women were traded to men, entering their possession Though the context may have changed, this trite rite still remains If you refuse and resist, your lover may abandon ship, so Let's walk through those courtroom gates Declare our love to the magistrate If we're not pledged by officials of state Past promises ring empty Archaic institution, chains of God and law torn away from our hearts By the sexual revolution, ashes of ancient halters aflame Descend upon the people, fucking and fighting through primordial nights Our ascendency is feeble, animals at the altar This is no question of love, please do understand Emotion's poor motive for any marriage that's planned 'Cause it's a business decision due to the legal impositions And financial implications that it binds around relations As for family values, well it hardly seems to help Keep Dad's bolt and Mom's nut up on the same shelf Review current statistics, you'll conclude it's not realistic To vanquish infidelity wielding clerical formality Your priest, imam or rabbi may file away Every increase in divorce rates under moral decay But now that separation's standard rotten bonds may be abandoned Whereas before under sheep's clothing wolves circled in mutual loathing, still we Better get approval from the church They really know how love should work Those wise old men wearing goat hairshirts Oracles in the rectory Archaic institution, chains of God and law torn away from our hearts By the sexual revolution, ashes of ancient halters aflame Descend upon the people, fucking and fighting through primordial nights Our ascendency is feeble, animals at the altar The more seasoned amongst us tend to flower with expectation That all couples, once ripe, will pursue marital elation Trading passionate vows, a chaste kiss to wow their crowds Then bend backs against primal ploughs, filling cradles on the bough, you've Got to keep your mother satisfied It's goddamn awful when she cries How the rest of your friends have been supplied With a ring on a hired red carpet Archaic institution, chains of God and law torn away from our hearts By the sexual revolution, ashes of ancient halters aflame Descend upon the people, fucking and fighting through primordial nights Our ascendency is feeble, animals at the altar