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Coyne |
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Painted grottos all falling down |
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Prayer books and hymnals all strewn around |
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Father McCarthey cannot say his prayers |
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Locked all the doors and taken away the chairs |
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Chorus: And the cardinal still sits on his golden throne |
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Weeping and praying out in the hot day sun |
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Little white lamb of God trapped in the wires |
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Burning a brand new flame, a brand new fire. |
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Rome is empty, all the parishioners have gone |
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Everyone's on the night life, they're out having fun |
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Nobody's there, no nobody's home |
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A little black monkey's on the Sits on the Papal throne |
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Chorus |
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Dominus vobiscum et cum spiritu Gloria Gloria Kyrie eleison Christi eleison kyrie eleison ???????????????????????????????????? Amen |
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Nobody cares and why should they care |
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I don't want to see it, no I don't want to share |
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Yes I sing for free and nobody bothers me |
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No I'm not a penitent, I'm blind but I can see |
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Chorus |
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Dominus vobiscum et cum spiritu Gloria gloria Kyrie eleison, Christi eleison Kyrie eleison Christie eleison ad nauseum ???????????????????????????????????? Amen |
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And the cardinal still sits on his golden throne |
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Weeping and moaning out in the hot day sun |
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Little white lamb of God trapped in the wires |
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Burning a brand new flame, a brand new fire |
