Musk — текст песни (The Church)

Infidel baby
Oh my heathen child
Baghdad`s still ten leagues away
I go on undefiled
Wrap yourself in frankincense
Wrap yourself in rags
In the crowded market streets
Out among the hags
I`d offer you just one gold fleece
I`d offer you my bread
Who`s been inside your aching bones
Who`s been inside your head
Infidel baby
Oh my little girl
Nothing I can do for you
Nothing in this world
A thousand angry men-at-arms
A hundred vulgar priests
A pair of dirty little hands
Arousing drowsy beasts
There`s a mad look in her mother`s face
There`s a whisper on the tongue
No peace in all of Christendom
Until this song is sung