The app has got a box where you kneel Tell it all your secrets, and reveal Your evil thoughts about s** and such The real reason you skipped lunch There's a widget in the box that hides and nods And swears the whole thing is for the ears of God But human ears if they burn Take secrets and pa** them on It takes in information, prints out prayers And issues absolution, fair's fair You get less time in purgatory More for things you really need It's a Catholic app, there's lots off bounds A thousand sins, ten commands The app needs to know, time and again What's going on in everyone's brain You don't buy them, they sell you For who knows what to who knows who I hear the government, the big G Is stocking up on Hail Marys I've got the terms of service that nobody reads They've got the right to send you for eternity To a torture convention they call Hell In the basement of the Bosch hotel The app is free, but you give them a donation In a little velvet pouch they put in circulation In virtual hangs also known As churches and cathedrals made of stone It works on any platform, night, day You download free, nothing to pay Spyware, sure, but some say Privacy's a big lie anyway Conspiracy theories are a load of crap But they're whispering your secrets down in the apse There seems to be a leak in the back end Or a mole with a lot of friends There's a big story breaking, the priest is a freak The app is really l'eglise catholique But I don't buy it, the whole thing's fake Someone somewhere must have made a mistake God's a paper tiger, that's all crap They're controlling populations with that app Knowledge may be power, but you gave away your best To a man in a purple stole and a dress It's a Catholic app, it knows no bounds A billion sins, ten commands But there's a big glitch that drives me wild The app can have s** with your child