Downtown, Trinity Church
What's one penitent more?
While she was left in the lurch
He was washing ashore

And it's true, you could tell her everything
She never wanted to know
Let her shoot, let her have her massacre
Blood dripping down in the snow

Ring on, Liberty Bell
That's affixed to the prow
Neptune's watery hell
Lives inside of you now

And it's true, you could tell her everything
She never wanted to know
Let her shoot, let her have her massacre
Blood dripping down, leaving trails in the snow

She left offerings I
Didn't want at my door
Two birds baked in a pie
What a grim metaphor

And you spill and confess and you clean up the mess, 'cause
That's how you atone
But when it's "Bless me, Father," then I suspect
She'll never leave you alone

And it's true, you could tell her everything
She never wanted to know
Let her shoot, let her have her massacre
Blood dripping down, leaving trails in the snow


Lyrics submitted by Eamon

Mea Culpa song meanings
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