Catholic Taste

You said you wanted life
You died on me
You said you wanted truth
You lied to me
You said you wanted health
You're sick again
You said you wanted me
Then bedded men

You and your catholic taste
I think it's a waste
Why don't you concentrate?
And choose what you want before it's too late

You said your god has horns
And died for you
You wear a crucifix
A pentagram too
You tried so many drugs
Your spirit's pure
You're wilder then the wind
Yet so demure

You and your catholic taste
I think it's a waste
Why don't you concentrate?
And choose what you want before it's too late
You and your catholic taste
I think it's a waste
Why don't you concentrate?
And choose what you want before it's too late

You said you've royal blood
And common touch
Your roots are working class
But don't show much
You hang out with the boys
The girls love you
You love expensive toys
You're spiritual too
You're living other lives
Aren't yours enough?
You're someone I despise
You try too much
You talk and talk for hours
I turn to dust
You're losing all your powers
You turn to rust

You and your catholic taste
I think it's a waste
Why don't you concentrate?
And choose what you want before it's too late
You and your catholic taste
I think it's a waste
Why don't you concentrate?
And choose what you want before it's too late

You...it's all about you
It's all about you and your catholic taste
It's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you you you you you you
You and your catholic taste