She wrote a letter to the pope
She ask him to lean her his coat
She ask him to send her some money 
In returns she will give him her baby 

She's not interested in heaven 
She's not interested in god
Her soul is dirty already *2

It's sometimes cold by the sea
And it's to hot to break free
It's sometimes cold by the sea 
And it's to hot to break free

She wrote a letter to the pope
She ask him to rent her rome
She ask him to rent it right away 
So she could rebuild it in one day 

The pope didn't even answer her letter 
The world is sure enough not getting better 
Wild ways are moving from coast to coast 
To restart on nightclubs are closed