Gazed at the ceiling from below
splendid Michelangelo
Filled my heart with delight
Last Saturday night

Arrived believing from home
Climbed every step inside St. Peter's Dome
Claustrophobic and ex-Catholic
Last Saturday night

Now [bad word] nobody really noticed
Puff of white smoke knocked me out
The [bad word] is hiding, lurking, banking
Things they do at night

It's quite suspicious to say the least
Even mentioned it to my local priest
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
Each Saturday night

(Let's hear it. Call him on ??.
Play a chord, Dhani.)

I wish somebody would tell me
That it's only a show
I'll confess, own up, let's face it
In my concrete tuxedo

It's quite suspicious to say the least
While mentioning it to my priest
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
Each Saturday night

(Hello Father, Father, stick a little right upon with us. It'll be alright.)

One Our Father, three Hail Marys
Each Saturday night
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
Each Saturday night