Dog Latin Lyrics

Painted grottos all falling down Prayer books and hymnals all strewn around

Father McCarthey cannot say his prayers Locked all the doors and taken away the chairs

And the cardinal still sits on his golden throne Weeping and praying out in the hot day sun Little white lamb of God trapped in the wires Burning a brand new flame, a brand new fire.

Rome is empty, all the parishioners have gone Everyone's on the night life, they're out having fun

Nobody's there, no nobody's home A little black monkey's on the Papal Throne

And the cardinal still sits on his golden throne Weeping and praying out in the hot day sun Little white lamb of God trapped in the wires Burning a brand new flame, a brand new fire.

Dominus vobiscum et cum spiritu Gloria Gloria Kyrie eleison Christi eleison kyrie eleison Amen
Nobody cares and why should they care I don't want to see it, no I don't want to share

Yes I sing for free and nobody bothers me No I'm not a penitent, I'm blind but I can see

And the cardinal still sits on his golden throne Weeping and praying out in the hot day sun Little white lamb of God trapped in the wires Burning a brand new flame, a brand new fire.

Dominus vobiscum et cum spiritu Gloria gloria Kyrie eleison, Christi eleison Kyrie eleison Christie eleison ad nauseum Amen

And the cardinal still sits on his golden throne Weeping and moaning out in the hot day sun Little white lamb of God trapped in the wires Burning a brand new flame, a brand new fire.

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