Dog Latin - Kevin Coyne

Painted grottos all falling down

Prayer books and hymnals all strewn around

Father McCarthey cannot say his prayers

Locked all the doors and taken away the chairs

Chorus: And the cardinal still sits on his golden throne

Weeping and praying out in the hot day sun

Little white lamb of God trapped in the wires

Burning a brand new flame, a brand new fire

Rome is empty, all the parishioners have gone

Everyone’s on the night life, they’re out having fun

Nobody’s there, no nobody’s home

A little black monkey’s on the Sits on the Papal throne

Dominus vobiscum et cum spiritu Gloria Gloria Kyrie eleison Christi eleison

kyrie eleison ???

Amen

Nobody cares and why should they care

I don’t want to see it, no I don’t want to share

Yes I sing for free and nobody bothers me

No I’m not a penitent, I’m blind but I can see

Dominus vobiscum et cum spiritu Gloria gloria Kyrie eleison, Christi eleison

Kyrie eleison Christie eleison ad nauseum ???

Amen

And the cardinal still sits on his golden throne

Weeping and moaning out in the hot day sun

Little white lamb of God trapped in the wires

Burning a brand new flame, a brand new fire