Fear it's a long time since I The Book,
Maybe years have passed since I took a look.
Faked a novena while I dreamed of beer.
I'm a Sunday jock—well, I watch TV, a
Papal backslider, papal backslider.

I drink thirteen Stolis; I'm a thirsty man;
I don't think the bishop would understand.
They know that the Son was held up by nails,
But the pedophilia has made their faith fail—these
Papal backsliders, papal backsliders.

They were underage and then deceived by you,
And you kept them frightened while your weakness grew.
This could not be wronger; it goes beyond vile.
It's a shame, but you just sit back and smile, you
Papal backsliders, papal backsliders.

I really don't like it when you set their sights
On boys and pay millions, then claim you're upright.
I think many won't return unless you clear
All these perverted clerics out of here, these
Raping backsiders, raping backsiders.