13 July 2017

Francis to a Faithful Catholic: What's a Sweetheart Like You Doing in a Dump Like This?


There's no earthly way Bob could have predicted the Church under Bergoglio, but somehow he did. One needn't be a poet, genius or mystic to recognize certain allegories in this song. Pope Benedict, the Francis, Cardinal Coccopalmerio and his ilk, traddies, sell-outs, even Our Lord and Lady-- they're all here.  

The state of affairs in the Church today-- even worse than Bob's '80s hair and beard.

Sweetheart Like You

Well, the pressure’s down, the boss ain’t here
He gone North, he ain’t around
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here after sundown
By the way, that’s a cute hat
And that smile’s so hard to resist
But what’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?

You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you
She wanted a whole man, not just a half
She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child
You kind of remind me of her when you laugh
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear
It’s done with a flick of the wrist
What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?

You know, a woman like you should be at home
That’s where you belong
Watching out for someone who loves you true
Who would never do you wrong
Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there’s no way to tell by that first kiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?

You know you can make a name for yourself
You can hear them tires squeal
You can be known as the most beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal
You know, news of you has come down the line
Even before ya came in the door
They say in your father’s house, there’s many mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor
Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you
They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?

Got to be an important person to be in here, honey
Got to have done some evil deed
Got to have your own harem when you come in the door
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed
They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There’s only one step down from here, baby
It’s called the land of permanent bliss

What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?

2 comments:

thetimman said...

Someone on Twitter tweeted a reminder that 100 years ago, Our Lady showed the Fatima children a vision of hell. I replied on the symmetry of Francis giving a glimpse of it again today.

Frank said...

That guy was too romantic to even date.