Confession/Last Year

Yes, I've put on the collar again

But no, I'm not celebrating mass...

Not yet, Monsignor

Maybe, in time...

My life now, is... is like...

A sentence in which every word seems to be missing a letter

(Bless me Father, I have sinned

My last confession was...)

You've been very gracious to me, Monsignor

Very... patient

I haven't been able to speak about what happened

It's time to...

Time

Last year, last year

I saw the world exploding

I felt a wierd forboding

Before I watched the city fall

In silver clouds

Consuming crowds

Of unsuspecting souls

How wrong, I thought

That God would hath no pity

He'd let a gleaming city

Be crushed and leveled to the ground

Around me, I heard praying

Crys of grief, and praying

But I remember saying

"What for?

Who is listening to us?

Who hears our prayer?

Is there such a thing as heaven?

Is there no there there?"

Last year, last year

Before the endless grieving

I went to bed believing

That God would always be a friend

But when the smoke finally cleared

My faith in God had disappeared

So I let go of hope

And that's how I could cope

Last year, last year

(Bless me Father, I have sinned

My last confession was...

Bless me Father, tell me why

All of the great and innocent die!?)

Stop! I can't answer you!

There isn't any answer!

There never was an answer!

All of these years I've been living a lie

A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie

My Aunt Monica was right

(Religion is tyranny!)

Born in Rome, she became a communist

After Mussolini was deposed

Then she immigrated to America

(Salute the worker!)

A terrific cook

(Socialism or die!)

And a dedicated Atheist

(You did WHAT?!)

I remember how unhappy she was

When I announced I was entering the priesthood...