Confession
We're doing time in confession
It's the sacrament of oppression
We have no need for forgiveness
Because our shit's none of His business
I got so high I fainted
Sometimes I don't recycle
I finally nailed my girlfriend
I took some extra NyQuil
I blinked and it was over
I swear with all my might
I'll sin no more
I'm sorry, Lord
We're doing time in confession
It's the poor man's therapy session
We have no need for forgiveness
Because our shit's none of His business
That man should mind his own business
How does the "Glory Be" go?
He gave me nine Hail Marys
Twenty-five Our Fathers
This is so arbitrary
I don't think God intended
Confession to be scary
Say that you'll forgive me, Lord
We're doing time in confession
Where we're working out some aggression
We have no need for forgiveness
Because our shit's none of His business
Hell no, our shit's none of His business
Father
Can the church be wrong?
Can a sin be right?
If something that you feel
Something that you saw
Goes against the law
What do you do?
Do you tell?
What do I follow?
The Church's teachings come
From centuries of study
Questions of doctrine are best left
To greater minds than yours
This is not to say the Church is never wrong
But if you hold to her creed
You will never find yourself let down
Is there anything else, son?
No, Father
Hear my voice
Did you really hear me?
Hear my voice
I don't think you see me
And you think you know me
Did you really hear me?
Would you really know me?
And you think you see me
Hear my voice
If I ever told you
If I ever told you
If I ever told you
Okay
Let's just try to put yesterday's rehearsal behind us
New day, new attitude
Three, four, ...
Two households both alike in dignity
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene
People, your first note is a C natural
Ain't nothing natural about what you're singing
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
That's it
There is bad and then there's whatever y'all are doing
Have mercy
Go practice somewhere I can't hear you
Sister Chantelle
I did some sketches
You know, like for the poster or the program
Uh-huh
Hey, that looks great
Oh, thanks
Bathroom stalls don't lie
She is good with her hands
It's the sacrament of oppression
We have no need for forgiveness
Because our shit's none of His business
I got so high I fainted
Sometimes I don't recycle
I finally nailed my girlfriend
I took some extra NyQuil
I blinked and it was over
I swear with all my might
I'll sin no more
I'm sorry, Lord
We're doing time in confession
It's the poor man's therapy session
We have no need for forgiveness
Because our shit's none of His business
That man should mind his own business
How does the "Glory Be" go?
He gave me nine Hail Marys
Twenty-five Our Fathers
This is so arbitrary
I don't think God intended
Confession to be scary
Say that you'll forgive me, Lord
We're doing time in confession
Where we're working out some aggression
We have no need for forgiveness
Because our shit's none of His business
Hell no, our shit's none of His business
Father
Can the church be wrong?
Can a sin be right?
If something that you feel
Something that you saw
Goes against the law
What do you do?
Do you tell?
What do I follow?
The Church's teachings come
From centuries of study
Questions of doctrine are best left
To greater minds than yours
This is not to say the Church is never wrong
But if you hold to her creed
You will never find yourself let down
Is there anything else, son?
No, Father
Hear my voice
Did you really hear me?
Hear my voice
I don't think you see me
And you think you know me
Did you really hear me?
Would you really know me?
And you think you see me
Hear my voice
If I ever told you
If I ever told you
If I ever told you
Okay
Let's just try to put yesterday's rehearsal behind us
New day, new attitude
Three, four, ...
Two households both alike in dignity
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene
People, your first note is a C natural
Ain't nothing natural about what you're singing
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
That's it
There is bad and then there's whatever y'all are doing
Have mercy
Go practice somewhere I can't hear you
Sister Chantelle
I did some sketches
You know, like for the poster or the program
Uh-huh
Hey, that looks great
Oh, thanks
Bathroom stalls don't lie
She is good with her hands
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Writer(s): Howard Dietz, Arthur Schwartz
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