P2 Vatican Blues

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