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Bad Catholics

We should've never thought that we could get stoned

And drive around with just a half a pack of smokes

Bottle of Clear Eyes and appetite

We were pillaging the Turkey Hill on Main Ave in West Side

Wouldn't you guess the only thing we had to fear

Would be flashing their lights in the rearview mirror

This time they got us

It's all over now

You were praying Hail Marys for an escape route

But thank God for your father's last name

And all the connections that he's made

To everyone, you're such a sweet church girl

But I know your secret

Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling?

Always dipping out before communion started

Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling?

Always dipping out before communion startedAnother summer and another church picnic

I watch a mother run around in a panic

Chasing a kid with his orange soda mustache

While his father's by the gambling wheel

There I saw you in the beer tent

Hanging with your new husband and your baby on the way

Oh it's kind of strange how it made me miss something

Long lost in the both of us now

You thank God that I found my way

You introduce me to what's his name

To everyone you're a sweet church girl, but I know your secret

Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling?

Always dipping out before communion started

Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling?

Always dipping out before communion started

Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling?

Always dipping out before communion started

Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling?

Always dipping out before communion started

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