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