| 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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| Dominus vobiscum et cum spiritu Gloria Gloria Kyrie eleison Christi eleison
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| 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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| Dominus vobiscum et cum spiritu Gloria gloria Kyrie eleison, Christi eleison
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| Kyrie eleison Christie eleison ad nauseum ???
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| 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 |