Saint Cecilia

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Here in my jungle, I'm the fire chief

I'm up all night 'cause I can't get no relief

I've come six hundred miles

I've got six hundred miles to go (Ooh-ah-ooh-ah, ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah)

'Cause see, Saint Cecilia, I think if anyone

She oughta know (Ooh-ah-ooh-ah, ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah)

I've been to New York, I've been to Amsterdam

Boats on the water, joints in my hand

I've been set up and broke down

I've been suspicious too (Ooh-ah-ooh-ah, ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah)

But if she says she's gonna do it, Saint Cecilia

That's what she's gonna do (Ooh-ah-ooh-ah, ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah)

I know you're a martyr, as all of us are

I know where the cross is and you keep it in your car

That's a sad, but prideful

State of affairs

Go and tell Saint Cecilia, she's the only one

Who really cares (Ooh-ah-ooh-ah, ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah)

Maybe it's only as a carry on, on the mistletoe

And it's tries and verses at the risk of the mournin'

Been to the wild, been to the dark

I've seen your bite and it's worser than your bark

I've got burns on my fingers

And scars all over my soul

But when you see Saint Cecilia, she's gonna get it

Under control

You know you can't stay here, but you can't let me go

You got information that both of us want to know

There's a high price flyin'

Over your head (Ooh-ah-ooh-ah, ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah)

When you see Saint Cecilia, you'll either be free

Or you'll be dead (Ooh-ah-ooh-ah, ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah)

Maybe it's only as a carry on, on the mistletoe

And it's tries and verses at the risk of the mournin'

Go and tell Saint Cecilia, I think if anyone

She'll understand (Ooh-ah-ooh-ah, ooh-ah-ooh-ah)