Catholicked lyrics

Oh, I was born into a Roman myth
Golden angels hung above my head
My salvation in a splash of water
Oh save my soul
I'm now the Father's daughter

Oh, they've got it wrong
Wish I hadn't played along

Oh, I wonder why it's every Sunday
Me & Dom smoking in their doorway
Said a verse, an act of contrition
Oh, I struck my chest in every admission

Oh, they've got it wrong
Wish I hadn't played along

Oh, Jesus died for somebody's sins
But not mine
Melting in a pot of thieves
Wild card up my sleeve
Thick heart of stone
My sins are my own

Now I'm parting my lips for a Jesus kiss
Something Latin told me this was it
Back washed mercy into a cup
Blood of the lamb
Warmed me up

Oh, they've got it wrong
Wish I hadn't played along

Oh, teenagers lined up on the alter
My sweet mother taking pictures
I lied
And I called another name
Ah, Saint Cecelia
My patron saint

Oh, they've got it wrong
Wish I hadn't played along

Oh, Jesus died for somebody's sins
But not mine
Melting in a pot of thieves
Wild card up my sleeve
Thick heart of stone
My sins are my own