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.

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