Brighton Rock

Brighton Rock

We ain’t gonna let, gonna let you rape the Bride of Christ
We ain’t gonna let, gonna let, gonna let you rape the Bride of Christ
If you think we’re all gonna stand by idly
While you take a pick axe to Her, doctrinally
Then you got another thing comin’ 'cos we’re a-pickin’ a fight

We’re a-gonna write, gonna write, to the CDF
We’re a-gonna write, gonna write, gonna write to the CDF
We’re a-gonna write until we are delirious
Mark our words, this time we’re really serious
We’re gonna write, gonna write, gonna write ‘til there’s no ink left

We’re a-gonna pray, gonna pray, gonna pray real hard
We’re a-gonna pray, gonna pray, gonna pray, gonna pray real hard
We’re a-gonna pray so many decades of the Rosary
Our fingers’ll start lookin’ likes toe, you see
We’re gonna pray, gonna pray, gonna pray like the Cure of Ars

We’re a-gonna make, gonna make reparation for sin
We’re a-gonna make, gonna make, gonna make reparation for sin
We’re gonna do so much holy repairin’
You’ll be tellin’ all of Parliament to kiss your Rings
We’re gonna work, gonna work, gonna work in a soup kitchen

We know you think that we’re barking (whoah)
We know you think that we’re losing the plot
We know you think we’re mischievous
But believe us when we say we’re thinkin’ of Souls
Ours, theirs and yours!

So we’re gonna blog, we're gonna blog ‘til the break of day
We’re a-gonna blog, gonna blog, gonna blog ‘til the break of day
We’re a-gonna blog until we appear preposterous
Because the Government’s legislation’s monstrous
We’re gonna blog, gonna blog as we walk along Walsingham Way

We’re a-gonna sing, gonna sing, if that’s what it takes
We’re a-gonna sing, gonna sing, gonna sing, if that’s what it takes
We’re a-gonna sing a-ling-ling, gonna scream and shout
If necessary outside Archbishop's House
We’re gonna sing-a-ling-ling like starlings on the West Pier’s remains

We know you think that we’re barking (Whoah)
We know you think we’re losing the plot
We know you think we’re mischievous
But believe us when we say we’re thinking of Souls
Ours, theirs and yours!

We’re a-gonna write, pray, blog, sing and make reparation
We’re a-gonna write, pray, blog, sing and make reparation
With the holy intercession of St John Fisher
We pray for an exemplary Ad Limina
We pray that by our End we'll be friends with the Saints in Heaven

Give us compassion, don't ever ration the mercy of Christ
Be merciful Priests but in the pulpit the Church She needs lions
And if you want to know where this is all happenin'
Get your behinds to St Mary Magdalen's
The Latin Mass, it is back, get your asses here on Sundays at nine

Archbishop be bold, Bishops be bold, battle lines have been drawn
Archbishop be bold, Bishops be bold, give glory to God
Pay little heed to the lobby’s sensitivity
Be clear and consistent in Catholicity
The word Catholic should be running through us like a stick of Brighton Rock!
The word Catholic should be running through us like a stick of Brighton Rock!
The word Catholic should be running through us like a stick of Brighton Rock!