Come Home (Cardinal Pell) by Tim Minchin (with lyrics)


It’s a lovely day in Ballarat I’m kicking back, thinking of you I hear that you’ve been poorly I am sorry that you’re feeling blue I know what it’s like when you feel a little shitty You just want to curl up and have an itty-bitty doona day But a lot of people here really miss ya, Georgie They really think you oughta just get on a plane (Just get on a plane) We all just want you to… Come home, Cardinal Pell I know you’re not feeling well And being crook ain’t much fun Even so, we think you should come Home, Cardinal Pell Come down from your citadel It’s just the right thing to do We have a right to know what you knew Couldn’t you see what was under your nose, Georgie Back in ’73 when you were living with Gerry? Is it true that you knew but you chose to ignore Or did you actively try to keep it buried? And years later, when survivors, despite their shame and their fear Stood up to tell their stories, you spent year after year Working hard to protect the church’s assets I mean, with all due respect, dude, I think you’re scum! And I reckon you should… Come home, Cardinal Pell I know you’re not feeling well Perhaps you just need some sun It’s lovely here, you should come Home, you pompous buffoon And I suggest do it soon I hear the tolling of the bell And it has a Pellian knell I want to be transparent here, George,
I’m not the greatest fan of your religion And I personally believe that those who
cover up abuse should go to prison But your ethical hypocrisy, your intellectual vacuity, and your arrogance don’t bother me as much As the fact that you have turned out
to be such a goddamn coward You’re a coward, Georgie Come and face the music, Georgie You owe it to the victims, Georgie Come and face the music, the music Hallelujah, hallelujah If the Lord God omnipotent reigneth He would take one look at you and say: “Go home, Cardinal Pell I’ve got a nice spot in hell With your name on it and so I suggest you toughen up and go Home, Cardinal Pell I’m sure they’ll make you feel wel- Come at the pub in Ballarat They just want a beer and a chat” Come home, Cardinal Pell I know you’re scared, Georgie-Poo They have a right to know what you knew Your time is running out to atone, Georgie I think the Lord is calling ya home, Georgie Perhaps he could forgive even you If you just let them know what you knew Oh, Cardinal Pell My lawyer just rang me to tell Me this song Could get me in legal trouble Oh well, Cardinal Pell If you don’t feel compelled To come home by A sense of moral duty Perhaps you will come home and frickin’ sue me

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