I’ve been lazy, you’ve been trying
I’ll be honest, I’ve been lying.
You’ve been building, I’ve been breaking
I’ve been fine but you’ve been aching.
You’re awake all night thinking
I’m asleep ‘cos I’ve been drinking.
Bless me Father I have sinned
But not as much as you.
For you they were the sweetest prize
The roots of your secrets and lies
Children caught like frightened rabbits
By your sisters’ dirty habits
You can’t look them in the eyes
You’ve had your hands between their thighs.
Bless me Father I have sinned
But not as much as you
They should have skipped and combed their curls
Like all the other little girls
But the truth is just so tawdry
Magdelena’s dirty laundry
Fathers, Sisters, hymn and err
What a funny nun you were
Bless me Father I have sinned
But not as much as you.
Flowers can still grow through weeds
Made from rotting rosary beads
You know you won’t be left alone
When you’re in
Father Hudson’s Home.
Bless me Father I have sinned
But not as much as you.
You’re like Christ and how do I know?
Holy Orders made it so.
We followed you with childish pride
You’re meant to be our moral guide
Are you some mystic from the East
Or just some comic TV priest?
Bless me Father I have sinned
But not as much as you.
Flowers can still grow through weeds
Made from rotting rosary beads
You know you won’t be left alone
When you’re in
Father Hudson’s Home.
Bless me Father I have sinned
But not as much as you.
I’ve been lazy, you’ve been trying
I’ll be honest, I’ve been lying
You’ve been building,
I’ve been breaking
I’ve been fine but you’ve been aching
You’re awake all night thinking
I’m asleep ‘cos I’ve been drinking.
Bless me Father I have sinned
But not as much as you.
Lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2012
