كلمات P2 Vatican Blues

Gazed at the ceiling from below A splendid Michelangelo Filled my heart with delight Last Saturday night Arrived believing from home Climbed every step inside St. Peter's Dome Claustrophobic and ex-Catholic Last Saturday night Now how come nobody really noticed Puff of white smoke knocked me out The truth is hiding, lurking, banking Things they do at night It's quite suspicious to say the least Even mentioned it to my local priest One Our Father, three Hail Marys Each Saturday Night I wish somebody would tell me That it's only a show I'll confess, own up, let's face it In my concrete tuxedo It's quite suspicious to say the least While mentioning it to my priest One Our Father, three Hail Marys Each Saturday night One Our Father three Hail Marys Each Saturday night One Our Father three Hail Marys Each Saturday night