I came along on bended knee
Careful they would make it be
I was made a heart of mean
I was never hoisted
My hands, my rope
My key, my door
Yeah, compa**ion grows
But conquistador
Title of the song
Hitler and the twelfth Pope of Pius can't hide
I was k**ed by my own kind
In a Holocaust, faith burns
Yeah, you should be shocked
You should turn
My hands, my rope
My key, my door
Yeah, compa**ion grows
But conquistador
My blood has been spilled
Henceforth, the Catholic guilt
My blood has been spilled
Henceforth, the Catholic guilt