They made out you were are an ultra nut
And had no time for your Christianity
You paid with your life for their treachery
The future's here to stay
Meet the Church, Bank, S.A.
They said you were of peasant stock
And one day the curia murdered you
Your hermeneutics are through
And on that fruited plain
The corporate bishop's graze
Exit church of poverty and pain
The future's here to stay
You were the first John Paul I
How is it your 'Christian' is gone?
Can you see it from your grave?
The TV snow-storm on top,
And all the cowls are black
The future's here to stay