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