Bad Catholics

We should've never thought that we could get stoned
 And drive around with just a half a pack of smokes
 Bottle of Clear Eyes and appetite
 We were pillaging the Turkey Hill on Main Ave in West Side
 Wouldn't you guess the only thing we had to fear
 Would be flashing their lights in the rearview mirror
 This time they got us
 It's all over now
 You were praying Hail Marys for an escape route
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 But thank God for your father's last name
 And all the connections that he's made
 To everyone, you're such a sweet church girl
 But I know your secret
 Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling?
 Always dipping out before communion started
 Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling?
 Always dipping out before communion started
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 Another summer and another church picnic
 I watch a mother run around in a panic
 Chasing a kid with his orange soda mustache
 While his father's by the gambling wheel
 There I saw you in the beer tent
 Hanging with your new husband and your baby on the way
 Oh it's kind of strange how it made me miss something
 Long lost in the both of us now
 You thank God that I found my way
 You introduce me to what's his name
 To everyone you're a sweet church girl, but I know your secret
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 Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling?
 Always dipping out before communion started
 Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling?
 Always dipping out before communion started
 Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling?
 Always dipping out before communion started
 Bad Catholics, weren't we, darling?
 Always dipping out before communion started