Catholic Taste

You said you wanted life, you died on me

You said you wanted truth, you lied to me

You said you wanted health, you’re sick again

You said you wanted me, then bedded men

You and your Catholic taste

I think it’s such a waste

Why don’t you concentrate

And choose what you want before it’s too late

You said your god has horn and died for you

You wear a crucifix and pentagram too

You’ve tried so many drugs, your spirit’s pure

You’re wilder than the wind, yet so demure

You said you’ve royal blood and common touch

Your roots are working class but don’t show much

You hang out with the boys, the girls love you

You love expensive toys, you’re spiritual too

You’re living other lives, ain’t yours enough?

You’re someone I despise – you try too much

You talk and talk for hours – I turn to dust

You’re losing all your powers – you turn to rust