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 you, Georgie
They really think you ought to 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
(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
(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
(You're a coward, George)
Come and face the music, Georgie
(Face the music, George)
You owe it to the victims, Georgie
(You owe it, George)
Come and face the music, the music
Hallelujah, hallelujah
If the Lord God omnipotent reigneth
He would take one look at you and say:
(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
(Cardinal Pell)
I know you’re scared, Georgie-Poo
(Come home)
They have a right to know what you knew
Your time is running out to atone, Georgie
I think the Lord is calling you 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 fricking sue me