Tim Minchin - Come Home (Cardinal Pell) | Текст песни

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• Come Home (Cardinal Pell)

It’s a lovely day in Ballarat
I’m kicking back and thinking of you
I hear that you’ve been poorly
I am sorry that you’re feeling blue

I know what it’s like when you feel a little shitty
You just want to curl up and have an itty bitty doona day
But a lot of people here really miss ya, Georgie,
We really think you ought to just get on a plane
We all just want you to

Come home, Cardinal Pell
I know you’re not feeling well
Being crook isn’t much fun
Even so, we think you should come
Home, Cardinal Pell
Come down from your citadel
It’s just the right thing to do
They have a right to know what you knew

Could you see what was under your nose, Georgie,
Back in ’73, when you were living with Gerry?
Is it true that you knew but you chose to ignore
Or did you actively try to keep it buried?
And years later, when survivors, despite their shame and their fear
Stood up to tell their stories, you spent year after year
Working hard to protect the Church’s assets
I mean, with all due respect, dude – I think you’re scum
And I reckon you should come

Home, Cardinal Pell
We know you’re not feeling well
Maybe you just need some sun
It’s lovely here, you should come
Home, you pompous buffoon
And I suggest, do it soon
I hear the tolling of a bell
And it has a Pellian knell

I want to be transparent here, George,
I’m not the greatest fan of your religion
And I personally believe that those
Who cover up abuse should go to prison
But your ethical hypocrisy
Your intellectual vacuity
And your arrogance don’t bother me as much
As the fact that you have turned out to be such
A goddamned coward

You’re a coward, George
Come and face the music, Georgie
You owe it to the victims, Georgie,
Come and face the music – the music –
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

If the Lord God omnipotent reigneth
He would take one look at you and say,
“Go home, Cardinal Pell,
I’ve got a nice spot in Hell,
With your name on it, and so
I suggest you toughen up and go
Home, Cardinal Pell
I’m sure they’ll make you feel welcome
At the pub in Ballarat
They just want to have a beer and a chat.
I know you’re scared, Georgie-poo,
They have a right to know what you knew.”

Your time is running out to atone, Georgie.
I think the Lord is calling you home, Georgie.
Perhaps He could forgive even you
If you just let them know what you knew

Oh, Cardinal Pell
My lawyer just rang me to tell
Me this song could get me in legal trouble
Oh well, Cardinal Pell
If you don’t feel compelled
To come home, by a sense a moral duty
Perhaps you will come home and frickin’ sue me.

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