Pope Francis

[Verse 1]
Stray dogs running from their houses of pain
White smoke rises from where no one's to blame
Fallen use of their love and the fruits of the fame
Our cries on the street and parades of pride
All eyes on the crackled walls inside
While eyes, it goes fall down from the sky

[Chorus]
I'll be on the run all noon and soon dry in the sun
I will come out (I will come out)
Sticks and stones will break our bones and all that's made of gold
I will come out (I will come out)

[Verse 2]
A few tears from the mount, resembling oak
Ten cuffs from the branded nobody's moulds
I thought you were crude, now I know you were glucked
When we fed your dog, we knew it would choke

[Chorus]
I'll be on the run all noon and soon dry in the sun
I will come out (I will come out)
Sticks and stones will break our bones and all that's made of gold
I will come out (I will come out)
I'll be on the run all noon and soon dry in the sun
I will come out (I will come out)
Sticks and stones will break our bones and all that's made of gold
I will come out, I will come out

[Instrumental Outro]