Song: Confessions of a Priest
- jackkellyfilm
- Mar 18
- 3 min read
Updated: May 1
In this song, Father Whitmore is exploring his crisis of faith before his confessional service. During the confessions, townsfolk including the Chief of Police, Doug the Degenerate and Foreign Man, all share their problems with the priest–whose advice isn't particularly helpful.
Lyrics:
Father Whitmore: Do you ever get the feeling that God might be an arsehole?
A bigot with a short attention span.
Now I can’t say I know him, quite like I used to
But still I tell these folks
To laugh at his sick jokes
Don't worry it’s just part of his plan .
Do you ever get the feeling that life just has no meaning
Maybe heaven's not the place I thought it was.
As I feel it getting closer, it looked nicer in the brochure
And now I don’t know why
but it seems I’d rather die
Then look them in the eye
To tell them one more lie
Or That I, just can’t go on
Townsfolk: Father father can you help me
I’m feeling lost I’m feeling lonely
Father father can you help me
I don’t know what to do
Father father can you help me
I’m feeling lost I’m feeling lonely
Father father can you help me
I'm reaching out to you
Forgive me father for I have sinned
Chief Bassett:
The truth is in this town, what I do is minimal at best
Never made a criminal arrest
Though I’ve seen a crime or two
If the crime is all above you,
well then who are you to tell,
Am I set to burn in hell,
Or is there something I can do?
Father Whitmore:
If you can’t catch a criminal in this town, just look around
‘Cause everyone’s a sinner
If you want to catch rats, you’ve got to lay a few traps
Then sit back and see who comes for dinner
Chief Bassett:
Forgive me But I’m not quite sure
If I quite get the metaphor
Father Whitmore: I’m not sure what you’re fretting for
Chief Bassett: Should I hold the letter of the law
Or should I keep it to myself?
Even though I know it to be wrong.
Father Whitmore: Did Judas keep it to himself?
Bet the fucker wished he bit his tongue?
Townsfolk: Forgive me father for I have sinned
Doug the Degenerate:
Father, I was fired from my job
just selling booze
They said we don’t take I.O.Us
We don’t drink stock
Father Whitmore: Not even one!?
Doug: Now I leave the house each day at 8,
And sit there at the bookies
Placing doubles, trebles, luckies
So my wife doesn’t catch on
Father Whitmore:
Well that seems great, to be honest mate
A small white lie is alright
You know in Exodus, Moses had to twist
The truth for the Israelites
Doug: Forgive me but I’m not quite sure
If I quite get the metaphor
Father Whitmore: I’m not sure what you’re fretting for
Doug: I don’t know what I’m betting for
And I’m not sure that I can stop
I’m not sure who I’m trying to kid
Father Whitmore: Well, maybe it’s a sign from God
and maybe you’re about to hit it big
Townsfolk: Forgive me father for I have sinned
Foreign Man:
I came to this country,
I no have a choice
I scared I lose my voice
If I don’t make friend here soon
They look at me like monster
They run when I get near
Shout I no welcome here
Like I creature from black lagoon
Father Whitmore:
Fuck me now, I’m getting bored,
Is no-one here half self-assured?
I don’t know what you’re fretting for
I’m not sure what you’re fretting for
'Cause I don’t have all of the answers
For all of life’s pains and its cancers
And I don’t know where I could get them
So perhaps it’s better just to forget them
It’s better to stop asking questions
It’s better to stop thinking life teaches lessons
Cause I’m not the person to solve them
I’m not even someone who should absolve them
Do you ever get the feeling that God might be an arsehole,
A bigot with a short attention span
I can’t say I know him
Quite like I used to
And I’m not even sure that I want to
To know him anymore
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