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 blues

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 the 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