I came along on bended knee
Careful they would make it be
I was made a heart of mean
I was never hoisted

My hands, my rope
My key, my door [bad word] grows
But conquistador

Title of the song

Hitler and the twelfth Pope of Pius can't hide
I was killed by my own kind
In a Holocaust, faith burns
Yeah, you should be shocked
You should turn

My hands, my rope
My key, my door [bad word] grows
But conquistador

My blood has been spilled
Henceforth, the Catholic guilt
My blood has been spilled
Henceforth, the Catholic guilt