Cold By The Sea

She wrote a letter to the pope
She ask him to lean her his coat
She ask him to send her some money
In returns she will give him her baby
She's not interested in heaven
She's not interested in god
Her soul is dirty already *2
It's sometimes cold by the sea
And it's to hot to break free

She wrote a letter to the pope
She ask him to rent her rome
She ask him to rent it right away
So she could rebuild it in one day
The pope didn't even answer her letter
The world is sure enough not getting better
Wild ways are moving from coast to coast
To restart on nightclubs are closed