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