Fader eg mĺ be om unskyldning
det er min feil at tony er pakkt inn i presenning
eg har forbrudt meg mot monsieur clavier sitt reglement
du vett at eg ikkje kan hamla opp med han
eg ber deg. hjelp, fader hjelp meg
eg stĺr i střvler av cement, fader hjelp meg
Eg sa russisk rulett er ikkje en god ide
men han fřlte seg i slag sĺ tvang han meg med
eg sĺg han spant magasinet
han satte lřpet mellom tennene sine
Eg skal be for deg min sřnn
for hos han er du ennĺ ikkje dřmt
for ingen kan sei nei til belřpet som monsieur clavier gav
og bare fader martin vett kva som ligge bak et halleluja
Tony har en formidabel dobbelgjenger
spor han opp, sett opp en kontrakt, gje han penger
du kan ta en hĺndfull ut av vĺr kollekt
du kan bli som folk flest eller du kan bli prest
men kom aldri tilbake for her er dine dager talte
In english:
Father i must ask forgiveness
it's my fault that tony's packed in a car cover
i've broken monsieur clavier's regulations
you know i can’t take care of him
i plead to you. help, father help me
i'm standing in boots of concrete, father help me
I said, russian roulette's not a good idea
but he felt fine so he forced me along
i watched him spin the cylinder
he put the barrel between his teeth
I’ll pray for you my son
cos by him you've not yet been judged
cos nobody can say no to the amount monsieur clavier gave
and only father martin knows what's behind a hallelujah
Tony has a genuine double
track him down, set up a contract, give him money
you may take a handful out of our collection
you may become as most people, or you may become a priest
but never return cos your days here are numbered