Catholicked

Oh, I was born into a roped-in bed Golden angels float above my head My salvation in a splash of water Oh, save my soul, I'm not a father's daughter Oh, they've got it wrong Wish I hadn't, played along Oh, I wore all I tore on that Sunday Little girls poking through their doorways Same old verse, an act of contrition Oh, stroke my chest with, every admission Oh, they've got it wrong Wish I hadn't, played along Oh, jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine Melting in a pot of thieves, wild card up my sleeve Thick heart of stone, these sins are my own I'm not parting my lips for a jesus kiss Something that told me, this was it Black washed mercy, into a cup Blood of the lamb, hold me up Oh, they've got it wrong Wish I hadn't, played along Oh teenagers gather, at the altar My sweet mother, taking pictures I lied, and took a different name As Saint Cecilia, my patron saint Oh, they've got it wrong, wish I hadn't played along