Mass A Theatre Piece for Singers, Players and Dancers I: 3. Trope: "Easy"

Well, I went to the holy man and I confessed
Look, I can beat my breast
With the best
And I’ll say almost anything that gets me
Blessed
Upon request
It’s easy to shake the blame for any crime
By trotting out that mea culpa pantomime:
«Yes, yes, I’m sad
I sinned, I’m bad.»
Then go out and do it one more time
I don’t know where to start
There’s so much I could show
But how far, Lord, but how far can I go?
I don’t know
If you ask me to join you in some real
Good vice
Now that might be nice
Once or twice
But don’t look for sacraments or sacrific
They’re not worth the pric
It’s easy to have yourself a fine affair
Your body’s always ready, but your soul’s
Not there
Don’t count on trust
Come love, come lust
It’s so easy when you just don’t care