Letra de At conception

Jeannie´s been throwing up all morning.
Poor girl´s been so heartsick ever since her boyfriend went
to war. Father Cole´s done his best to console the girl -- more
so than some neighbors deem necessary -- but you just can´t
measure young love.

Picketing the clinic outside town, Father Cole holds the
record for turning twelve girls around. If anybody knows
the sorrows of the young woman, it´s Father Cole.

But he´s been acting out of sorts; that strange sermon he
gave accepting termination due to rape. Jeannie´s whispered,
"She´s carrying," but there´s one awful catch: her
boyfriend´s been off in the desert for half a year.

Cole cried, "This simply cannot be!"

She quipped, "Quite the opposite -- I´m hardly the Virgin
Mary... and you´re no carpenter. So, who will build my home?"

"Jeannie, you´re just a kid. You can´t conceive such
mortal sins. Everything will be alright... what happens
in confession stays in the confessional."

So what goes on behind those curtains?

"Jeannie, you´re just a kid, you WON´T conceive this
mortal sin."