Yes, I've put on the collar again But no, I'm not celebrating mass... Not yet, Monsignor Maybe, in time... My life now, is... is like... A sentence in which every word seems to be missing a letter
(Bless me Father, I have sinned My last confession was...)
You've been very gracious to me, Monsignor Very... patient I haven't been able to speak about what happened It's time to... Time
Last year, last year I saw the world exploding I felt a wierd forboding Before I watched the city fall In silver clouds Consuming crowds Of unsuspecting souls
How wrong, I thought That God would hath no pity He'd let a gleaming city Be crushed and leveled to the ground
Around me, I heard praying Crys of grief, and praying But I remember saying "What for? Who is listening to us? Who hears our prayer? Is there such a thing as heaven? Is there no there there?"
Last year, last year Before the endless grieving I went to bed believing That God would always be a friend But when the smoke finally cleared My faith in God had disappeared
So I let go of hope And that's how I could cope Last year, last year
(Bless me Father, I have sinned My last confession was... Bless me Father, tell me why All of the great and innocent die!?)
Stop! I can't answer you! There isn't any answer! There never was an answer!
All of these years I've been living a lie A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie My Aunt Monica was right
(Religion is tyranny!) Born in Rome, she became a communist After Mussolini was deposed Then she immigrated to America
(Salute the worker!) A terrific cook
(Socialism or die!) And a dedicated Atheist
(You did WHAT?!) I remember how unhappy she was When I announced I was entering the priesthood...