Father Benedict Lyrics

Father Benedict

Father Benedict, he looks like an old relic from ancient times

Fold his hands and prays to God all the time

Father Benedict behaves like an addict, staring holes in the floor

He says it's a release every day he needs more and more

When he wakes up every day at five in his cold, cold room

He wonders how will we survive

Tomorrow must be doom

Father Benedict is very strict to himself

You can hear him say, that's the only way

Father Benedict feels like a convict since his day of birth

He says we're all guilty, that's why we've sent to earth

His word might seem so great for you and me

He makes it sunnier while he prays, that's what we can see

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Father Benedict, he looks like an old relic from ancient times

Folds his hands and prays to God all the time

Father Benedict behaves like an addict, staring holes in the floor

He says it's a release, every day he needs more and more