Catholic priests just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A cardinal and they won't have to worry
They'll dress up all in lace and go in style
Late at night a big old church gets lonely
I guess every form of refuge has its cost
And it breaks his heart to think his love is only
Given to a man with hands nailed to a cross
So he tells himself to go out for communion
And comfort an old friend who's feeling blue
But he knows where he's going and what he's doing
He is headed for the cheating side of the pew
Cardinal O'Brien eyes
Linger over young priests thighs
You'd think by now he'd realise
There ain't no way to hide those lying eyes
There ain't no way to hide those lying eyes
Cardinal O'Brien lying eyes
