Momus - Catholic App lyrics
[Momus - Catholic App lyrics]
The app has got a box where you kneel
Tell it all your secrets, and reveal
Your evil thoughts about sex and such
The real reason you skipped lunch
There's a widget in the box
That hides and nods
And swears the whole thing is
For the ears of God
But human ears if they burn
Take secrets and pass them on
It takes in information, prints out prayers
And issues absolution, fair's fair
You get less time in purgatory
More for things you really need
It's a Catholic app, there's lots off bounds
A thousand sins, ten commands
The app needs to know, time and again
What's going on in everyone's brain
You don't buy them, they sell you
For who knows what to who knows who
I hear the government, the big G
Is stocking up on Hail Marys
I've got the terms of
Service that nobody reads
They've got the right to
Send you for eternity
To a torture convention they call Hell
In the basement of the Bosch hotel
The app is free, but you give them a donation
In a little velvet pouch
They put in circulation
In virtual hangs also known
As churches and cathedrals made of stone
It works on any platform, night, day
You download free, nothing to pay
Spyware, sure, but some say
Privacy's a big lie anyway
Conspiracy theories are a load of crap
But they're whispering your secrets
Down in the apse
There seems to be a leak in the back end
Or a mole with a lot of friends
There's a big story breaking
The priest is a freak
The app is really l'eglise catholique
But, I don't buy it, the whole thing's fake
Someone somewhere must have made a mistake
God's a paper tiger, that's all crap
They're controlling populations with that app
Knowledge may be power
But you gave away your best
To a man in a purple stole and a dress
It's a Catholic app, it knows no bounds
A billion sins, ten commands
But there's a big glitch that drives me wild
The app can have sex with your child
Tell it all your secrets, and reveal
Your evil thoughts about sex and such
The real reason you skipped lunch
There's a widget in the box
That hides and nods
And swears the whole thing is
For the ears of God
But human ears if they burn
Take secrets and pass them on
It takes in information, prints out prayers
And issues absolution, fair's fair
You get less time in purgatory
More for things you really need
It's a Catholic app, there's lots off bounds
A thousand sins, ten commands
The app needs to know, time and again
What's going on in everyone's brain
You don't buy them, they sell you
For who knows what to who knows who
I hear the government, the big G
Is stocking up on Hail Marys
I've got the terms of
Service that nobody reads
They've got the right to
Send you for eternity
To a torture convention they call Hell
In the basement of the Bosch hotel
The app is free, but you give them a donation
In a little velvet pouch
They put in circulation
In virtual hangs also known
As churches and cathedrals made of stone
It works on any platform, night, day
You download free, nothing to pay
Spyware, sure, but some say
Privacy's a big lie anyway
Conspiracy theories are a load of crap
But they're whispering your secrets
Down in the apse
There seems to be a leak in the back end
Or a mole with a lot of friends
There's a big story breaking
The priest is a freak
The app is really l'eglise catholique
But, I don't buy it, the whole thing's fake
Someone somewhere must have made a mistake
God's a paper tiger, that's all crap
They're controlling populations with that app
Knowledge may be power
But you gave away your best
To a man in a purple stole and a dress
It's a Catholic app, it knows no bounds
A billion sins, ten commands
But there's a big glitch that drives me wild
The app can have sex with your child