Annunciation Day/Born on Christmas Day

Picture me at twelve, Annunciation Day To be sent off to the Falklands, that's for what I prayed And the beads moved through my fingers as I marched around the schoolyard on parade And I wanted to believe every word I sang Captive from the start, you can't even find the door Yes, eternal peace awaits but for now you'll get eternal war And not even the government knows what the fuck it's for anymore So keep on praying to Mary, virgin mother, cheating whore Matty, you were born on Christmas day And just like the one they call Jesus Christ you had thirty-three years before they sent you on your way And though you'll never be resurrected, well, neither was he, despite what they say But don't get your hopes up, my friends, cause that don't mean that there ain't no judgment day