Bad Catholics

We should've never thought that we could get stoned And drive around with just a half a pack of smokes Bottle of Clear Eyes and appetite We were pillaging the Turkey Hill on Main Ave in West Side Wouldn't you guess the only thing we had to fear Would be flashing their lights in the rearview mirror This time they got us It's all over now You were praying Hail Marys for an escape route But thank God for your father's last name And all the connections that he's made To everyone, you're such a sweet church girl But I know your secret Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling? Always dipping out before communion started Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling? Always dipping out before communion started Another summer and another church picnic I watch a mother run around in a panic Chasing a kid with his orange soda mustache While his father's by the gambling wheel There I saw you in the beer tent Hanging with your new husband and your baby on the way Oh it's kind of strange how it made me miss something Long lost in the both of us now You thank God that I found my way You introduce me to what's his name To everyone you're a sweet church girl, but I know your secret Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling? Always dipping out before communion started Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling? Always dipping out before communion started Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling? Always dipping out before communion started Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling? Always dipping out before communion started