Saint Silent

Slithering go the snakes of Ireland
St Patrick wears his mask and staff
Off he takes the snakes to the sea
Not realizing, he slithers a snake to be

Years have passed, yet they revere
This British snake who in visions appear
After Irish whiskeys are consumed to the end
They praise the vile silent one, on a bender

Sweet words of love drip from his tongue
Forked in follies never to be undone
He poisons ponds and innocent virgins
He has polluted far beyond his time

Dare be me to say evil pervades
In that city voices of evil invade
I call to arms the brave and righteous
Stand above arrogance, let snakes be smite'd

Call on all good men to stand
And demand radio silence across this land