News inspired oddity taken from a Guardian clipping sent by a friend
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Story behind the song
Thanks to Tasha Cooper for sending the newspaper clipping that helped this song write itself.
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Novice monk runs amok with a lorry full of bricks
He was under pressure during lent from the extra discipline
White-robed, shaven-headed the day that he broke;
Seven hours kitchen-captured with a man who never spoke
Chorus:
‘Monk in an unholy mess,’ said the Manchester Guardian,
‘Unhappy the days he spent, monk in an unholy mess.’
Verse 2:
He couldn’t take it any longer; he felt it worth the risk.
Heaven knows what he hoped to build with seven thousand bricks.
Tried to reach a telephone; he was missing Midnight Mass.
Drove into a traffic island; said he needed stamps.
Chorus
Verse 3:
Under stress he did confess to an eighteen-pound offense.
Got a short suspended sentence if swore obedience.
‘Temporary aberration,’ said Prior Donovan,
‘Sent to work with the other Brethren, building garden fence.’
Chorus