The Return of St. Cecilia

Lyrics
Well she weren't so little And she wasn't really nice We all thought she was a goner Till she was sighted once or twice Pretty as a picture But the picture finally cracked Her whole world got dead and buried Now she's come a-crawling back Celia - Celia, I never dug your trip Celia - Celia! Is that a vaper on your lip? Saint C. - you know it's time you faced the news Celia - Blessed lady, nobody ever dug your bluеs Back back - back back. You slipped the cracks Click- Clack. My God she's back on track Ceecee - ceecee wu'd you paint us black? Look back - All thе time you stabbed our back (And that's a fact) How she ever got to Sainthood Kind of never made no sense There were two strikes in her favor And eighty-eight strikes against Squandered her credentials Guzzling canned heat with the boys She said she heard sweet, sweet music But all she was hearing was noise Celia - Celia, I never dug your trip Celia - Celia! Is that a vaper on your lip? Saint C. - you know it's time you faced the news Celia - Blessed lady, nobody ever dug your blues Back back - back back. You slipped the cracks Click- Clack. My God she's back on track Ceecee - ceecee why'd you paint us black? Look back - All the time you stabbed our back (And that's a fact) Celia, is that you Or just a shadow? Celia, tell me true We heard you got your head bust out In Colorado Goodbye Celia, my friend Of I ever should see you It won't be the end
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Credits
- Writers
- Richard Meltzer
- Richie Castellano