Fall Hey Luciani!
Aborteum. I said Luciani The future's here today I said Hey Luciani Pope of three three days They made out you were are an ultra nut And had no time for your Christianity You paid with your life for their treachery The future's here today The future's here to stay Luciani Hey Luciani Jesus has gone away I said Hey Luciani Meet the Church, Bank, S.A.** They said you were of peasant stock And one day the curia murdered you Your hermeneutics are through And on that fruited plain The corporate bishop's graze Exit church of poverty and pain The future's here today The future's here to stay Hey Luciani A pop star in your cell I said Hey Luciani A Polish son of Hell You were the first John Paul I How is it your 'Christian' is gone? Can you see it from your grave? The TV snow-storm on top, The brass Holy Grail Imitation for sale The future's here today Luciani And all the cowls are black On an inquisition rack The future's here today The future's here to stay Luciani
