The Return of St. Cecilia Blue Öyster Cult

Well she weren't so little
And she wasn't really nice
We all thought she was a goner
Till she was sighted once or twice

Pretty as a picture
But the picture finally cracked
Her whole world got dead and buried
Now she's come a-crawling back

Celia - Celia, I never dug your trip
Celia - Celia! Is that a vaper on your lip?
Saint C. - you know it's time you faced the news
Celia - Blessed lady, nobody ever dug your bluеs

Back back - back back. You slipped the cracks
Click- Clack. My God she's back on track
Ceecee - ceecee wu'd you paint us black?
Look back - All thе time you stabbed our back
(And that's a fact)

How she ever got to Sainthood
Kind of never made no sense
There were two strikes in her favor
And eighty-eight strikes against
Squandered her credentials
Guzzling canned heat with the boys
She said she heard sweet, sweet music
But all she was hearing was noise