I was born a catholic and
Raised to be a skeptic
As far as the teaching’s concerned
I knew there was something
I’d always be searching
Through trial and error I learned
That no one will love me
And no one will save me
If I don’t love and I don’t save myself
And nothing from outside
Will bring me to glory
Not all the world’s books on my shelf
But if I could be the pope
I’d show you the way
All regrets and fears I’d pray away
If I could be the pope
I’d need no dope
For I’d be providing the best stuff called hope
If I could be the pope, I would elope
All the virgins loosing their faith
I would sure ditch the rope
For I’d be the pope
And that would be something with which I could cope
For I’d sure be that pope
I was christened unconscious
And I grew up so anxious
To see where this whole tale could lead
I learned all commandments and thought
I was going to be whole no problems indeed
But I found out that all this
Was highly unlikely
To leave me forever in peace
And I’d still have the fears
And regrets and I would be
Always missing a piece
But if I could be the pope
I’d show you the way
All regrets and fears I’d pray away
If I could be the pope
I’d need no dope
For I’d be providing the best stuff called hope
If I could be the pope, I would elope
All the virgins loosing their faith
I would sure ditch the rope
For I’d be the pope
And that would be something with which I could cope
For I’d sure be that pope
I was tormented by reason
And accused of treason
When my wonderings questioned beliefs
I lived by the rules and was fed with old news
Like a tree without foliage and leaves
But after a while I grew my own crown
And I knew I would have to get hold of my soul
And I knew that the clues are all given
I’d just have to find them inside on my own
But if I could be the pope...
Oh, if I could be the pope...
Maybe I should be the pope...
Oh, if I could be the pope...
Oh, if I could be the pope
I would refine
All that is human
And all that’s devine
If I could be the pope
I would be fine
I’d reconcile time-space
And business and crime
If I could be the pope
I’d sing for the world
And I would invite
All the saints for a drink
To tell me tall tales
Of heaven and earth
And grave jokes
To laugh about death
Oh, maybe I should be the pope