Saint Augustine In Hell - Sting

If somebody up there likes me somebody up there cares

Deliver me from evil save me from these wicked snares

Not into temptation, not to cliffs to fall

On to revelation, and lesson for us all

She walked into the room on the arm of my best friend

I knew whatever happened our friendship would end

Chemical reaction, desire at first sight

Mystical attraction, turned out all my lights

The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye

The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die

The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye

The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die

I don’t know if it’s pain or pleasure that I seek

My flesh was all too willing, my spirit guide was weak

I was deadly certain thoughts for me weren’t kind

A switchblade in his pocket, murder on his mind

Blessed St. Theresa the whore of Babylon

Madonna and my mother all rolled into one

You’ve got to understand me, I’m not a piece of wood

Francis of Assisi could never be this good

The less I need the more I get

Make me chaste but not just yet

It’s a promise or a lie I’ll repent before I die

Relax, have a cigar, make yourself at home.

Hell is full of high court

Judges, failed saints.

We’ve got Cardinals, Archbishops, barristers

Certified accountants, music critics, they’re all here.

You’re not alone

You’re never alone, not here you’re not.

OK break’s over