Blue Öyster Cult - The Return Of St. Cecilia

Lyrics to The Return Of St. Cecilia by Blue Öyster Cult

Well she's wurn't so little And she wasn't really nice We all thought she was a goner Till she was sighted once or twice Pretty as a picture But the picture finally cracked Her whole world got dead and buried Now she's come a-crawling back Celia - Celia, I never dug your trip Celia - Celia! Is that a vaper on your lip? Saint C. - Y'know it's time you caed the news Celia - Blessed lady, nobody ever dug your blues Back back - back back. You slipped thе cracks Click- Clack. My God she's back on track Ceecee - ceecee wu'd you paint us black? Look back - All the time you stabbеd our back (And that's a fact) How she ever got to Sainthood Kind of never made no sense There were two strikes in her favor And eighty-eight strikes against Squandered her credentials Guzzling canned heat with the boys She said she heard sweet, sweet music But all she was hearing was noise Celia - Celia, I never dug your trip Celia - Celia! Is that a vaper on your lip? Saint C. - Y'know it's time you caed the news Celia - Blessed lady, nobody ever dug your blues Back back - back back. You slipped the cracks Click- Clack. My God she's back on track Ceecee - ceecee wu'd you paint us black? Look back - All the time you stabbed our back (And that's a fact) Celia, is that you Or just a shadow? Celia, tell me true We heard you got your head bust out In Colorado Goodbye Celia, my friend Of I ever should see you Ot won't be the end