Lyrics 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
'Til 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

Cecilia
Cecilia, I never dug your trip
Cecilia
Cecilia, is that a vaper on your lip?
Saint C
Y'know it's time you faced the news
Cecilia
Blessed lady, nobody ever dug your blues

(Back, back)
Back back, you slipped the cracks
Click clack, my god she's back on track
(CeeCee)
CeeCee, why'd you paint us black?
(Look back)
All the time you stabbed our back
(And that's a fact)

How she ever got her 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

(Cecilia)
Cecilia, I never dug your trip
(Cecilia)
Cecilia, is that a vaper on your lip?
(Saint C)
Y'know it's time you faced the news
(Cecilia)
Blessed lady, nobody ever dug your blues

(Back, back)
Back back, you slipped the cracks
Click clack, my god she's back on track
(CeeCee)
CeeCee, why'd you paint us black?
(Look back)
All the time you stabbed our back
And that's a fact

Cecilia, is that you
Or just a shadow?
Cecilia, tell me true
We heard you got your head bust out in Colorado

Goodbye Cecilia
Goodbye, my friend (Cecilia)
If I should ever see you (Cecilia)
It won't be the end