bugger me if that isn't jesus on my crisp
i better save that and tell the local priest
but i only had faith when i said face with a lisp
i'm hungry and i need one more mouthful at least
would jesus really want to be salt and vinegar flavour?
wouldn't he rather be smoky bacon or plain?
is it blasphemous to nibble on our saviour?
or would he say you were hungry but don't ever do it again?
nah, because in communion they gave us wafers, didn't they?
i was always sat there waiting for ice-cream.
too much communion wine on an empty stomach doesn't pay,
by now i bet your building up a head of steam.
but in this here confession box aren't i immune?
can i not be forgiven for everything? well, you assume
that's the score don't you?
you won't offer absolution? why won't you?
it was, at the end of the day, just a potato snack.
it's gone now, and praying won't bring it back.

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