At Conception Lyrics - Cursive

Jeannie's 

Been throwing up all morning 

Poor girl's been so heartsick 

Ever since her boyfriend went to war 

Father Cole's 

Done his best to console the girl 

More so than some neighbors deem necessary 

But you just can't measure young love 

Picketing the clinic outside town 

Father Cole holds the record 

For turning twelve girls around 

If anybody knows the 

Sorrows of the young woman, it's 

Father Cole 

He's been acting out of sorts 

That strange sermon he gave 

Accepting termination due to rape 

Jeannie 

Whispered, she's carrying 

But there's one awful catch 

Her boyfriend's been off in the desert for half a year 

Cole cried 

"This simply cannot be!" 

She quipped 

"Quite the opposite 

I'm hardly the virgin Mary" 

"And you're no carpenter 

So who will build my home?" 

"Jeannie, you're just a kid 

You can't conceive such mortal sins 

Everything will be alright" 

What happens in confession 

Stays in the confessional 

What happens in confession 

Stays in the confessional 

What happens in confession 

Stays in the confessional 

So what goes on behind those curtains? 

Jeannie, you're just a kid 

You won't conceive this mortal sin