| It’s a lovely day in Ballarat
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| I’m kicking back, thinking of you
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| I hear that you’ve been poorly
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| I am sorry that you’re feeling blue
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| I know what it’s like when you feel a little shitty
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| You just want to curl up and have an itty-bitty doona day
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| But a lot of people here really miss you, Georgie
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| They really think you ought to just get on a plane
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| (Just get on a plane)
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| We all just want you to…
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| Come home, Cardinal Pell
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| I know you’re not feeling well
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| And being crook ain’t much fun
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| Even so, we think you should
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| Come home, Cardinal Pell
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| Come down from your citadel
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| It’s just the right thing to do
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| We have a right to know what you knew
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| Couldn’t you see what was under your nose, Georgie
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| Back in '73 when you were living with Gerry?
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| Is it true that you knew but you chose to ignore
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| Or did you actively try to keep it buried?
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| And years later, when survivors
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| Despite their shame and their fear
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| Stood up to tell their stories
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| You spent year after year
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| Working hard to protect the church’s assets
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| I mean, with all due respect, dude
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| I think you’re scum!
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| And I reckon you should…
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| Come home, Cardinal Pell
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| (Cardinal Pell)
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| I know you’re not feeling well
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| Perhaps you just need some sun
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| It’s lovely here, you should
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| Come home, you pompous buffoon
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| (Pompous buffoon)
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| And I suggest do it soon
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| I hear the tolling of the bell
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| And it has a Pellian knell
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| I want to be transparent here, George:
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| I’m not the greatest fan of your religion
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| And I personally believe that those
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| Who cover up abuse should go to prison
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| But your ethical hypocrisy
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| Your intellectual vacuity
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| And your arrogance don’t bother me as much
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| As the fact that you have turned out to be such
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| A goddamn coward
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| You’re a coward, Georgie
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| (You're a coward, George)
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| Come and face the music, Georgie
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| (Face the music, George)
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| You owe it to the victims, Georgie
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| (You owe it, George)
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| Come and face the music, the music
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah
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| If the Lord God omnipotent reigneth
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| He would take one look at you and say:
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| (One look at you and say)
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| «Go home, Cardinal Pell
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| I’ve got a nice spot in hell
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| With your name on it and so
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| I suggest you toughen up and…
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| «Go home, Cardinal Pell
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| I’m sure they’ll make you feel wel-
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| Come at the pub in Ballarat
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| They just want a beer and a chat»
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| Come home, Cardinal Pell
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| (Cardinal Pell)
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| I know you’re scared, Georgie-Poo
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| (Come home)
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| They have a right to know what you knew
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| Your time is running out to atone, Georgie
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| I think the Lord is calling you home, Georgie
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| Perhaps he could forgive even you
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| If you just let them know what you knew
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| Oh, Cardinal Pell
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| My lawyer just rang me to tell
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| Me this song could get me
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| In legal trouble
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| Oh well, Cardinal Pell
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| If you don’t feel compelled
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| To come home by a sense
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| Of moral duty
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| Perhaps you will come home and fricking sue me |