Cranberries Lyrics

(Unconfirmed)

Seven brothers spoke within me
But they each spoke at once and the same
So I heard nothing and never had
The decency to tell me his name.
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey

I cut myself shaving so I
put a tissue gently on my chin
Seven or eight faithful were gathered
Committing seven of his noble sins

Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey

And in a suit wearing golden crowns was
Seven neighbours singing songs of l***
I did not eat the cranberries from a
Dented can I could not trust.
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey

And the Pope was on the run
Meanwhile I was knocking off the bishop's hat
Passing the bread, I ate the Pope's nose
Next to me, grandfather spat.

Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
And, on the seventh day of the uprising
Elvis laid down his head to rest
While the Colonel drunk the blood of a mule
The Pope was fondling at Margaret's b******.

Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey

The King is dead
But not forgotten
Don't eat the cranberries
They've gotten rotten.

Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey