My oh my what have we here?
A sight for sore young catholic eyes
Floral bed, a six page spread,
A magdalene for '88 burning in my head
I got secrets as good as a rich man's
Thought crimes in these neighbors' bathrooms
I was 15, you were 28 this used to be such a nice street
But now they lock the bathroom doors
And anything that isn't nailed down
The bakker is out, the doctor is in
The great white hope is at it again
The bakker is out, but I've got it in hand
Car in the driveway, I'm lost in the eyes
Hand on the door turns, I'm taking my time
Caught red-handed over you
Guilty, guilty, through and through
And I'm busted
Splayed out and defiant,
Mouthing the words to life lessons,
You say "fuck it, hold on to your shame, son
You're gonna need it when we inherit the earth"
Been busted, through and through
Been busted, through and through
Red-handed over you