Chris Friel - Catholic Boy Lyrics

Get the lyrics to the song: Catholic Boy by Chris Friel at LyricsKeeper.com.
Catholic Boy

Catholic Boy Lyrics |
---|
What Are The Lyrics For Catholic Boy By Chris Friel?
I was born in a pool, they made my mother stand
And I spat on that surgeon and his trembling hand When I felt the light I was worse than bored I stole the doctor's scalpel and I slit the cord [Refrain:] I was a Catholic boy, Redeemed through pain, Not through joy I was two months early they put me under glass I screamed and cursed their children when the nurses passed Was convicted of theft when I slipped from the womb They led me straight from my mother to a cell in the Tombs Repeat Refrain They starved me for weeks, they thought they'd teach me fear I fed on cellmates' dreams, it gave me fine ideas When they cut me loose, the time had served me well I made allies in heaven, I made comrades in Hell I was a Catholic child The blood ran red The blood ran wild I make angels dance and drop to their knees When I enter a church the feet of statues bleed I understand the fate of all my enemies Just like Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane [Repeat Refrain] I watched the sweetest psalm stolen by the choir I dreamed of martyrs' bones hanging from a wire I make a contribution, I get absolution I make a resolution to purify my soul Repeat Refrain They can't touch me now I got every sacrament behind me: I got baptism, I got communion, I got penance, I got extreme unction I've got confirmation 'Cause I'm a Catholic child The blood ran red The blood ran wild! Now I'm a Catholic man I put my tongue to the rail whenever I can. |
Who Wrote Catholic Boy By Chris Friel?
Jim Dennis Carroll
|
What's The Duration Of The Catholic Boy By Chris Friel?The duration of Catholic Boy is 3:05 minutes and seconds. |
More Lyrics
0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
Lyrics Of The Day
- The Rockin' Highliners: It Doesn't Matter Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp…
- Buck Clarke: I'll Remember April This lovely day will lengthen into evening…
- Katherine Ellis: When You Touch Me [Bart B Moor Dub] Well you're boring me now…
- Mukala: Regret Maybe I was six or maybe five or three…
- Mary Ellen Tanner: But Not for Me Old man sunshine listen you…