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"Sick Priest" - A music video by Robert Dada

From the 2024 video album, "Down Time"
©2024 Robert Dada / AAP Illusions

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This video is autobiographical in nature. ALL religion is child abuse. Religious choice should be an informed choice by the individual at adulthood; not imposed upon dependent children by parents or guardians.

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================== LYRICS =============================
Sick Priest
[Verse 1]
Wake up boy it’s Saturday Morn
Why you lookin’ so forlorn
No time now for a cartoon
Will be gone ‘til mid afternoon

Onto the blue bus we go
Picking up all the boys you know
Take us on up that hill
All against our free will

We’re off to see the sick Priest
The Sick Priest
The Sick Priest
A predator beast

[Verse 2]
Into the red building we go
Single file rules ya know
Find a seat and be real quiet
Get ready for the pious diet

In no time a nun arrives
To infect our vulnerable lives
Opens book to parrot the lies
Just what happens when someone dies?

We’re soon to see the sick Priest
The Sick Priest
The Sick Priest
The predator beast

[Verse 3]
Now the time at last has come
Heartbeat loud like a drum
Oh no, this time the letter K
This time it will not be okay

Groups of terrified three in line
Chills up and down every spine
Down the hall, no one talks
Walk on toward that wooden box

We’re next in line for the sick Priest
The Sick Priest
The Sick Priest
Our predator beast

Tell me again who died for my sins
As I numb to needles and pins

It’s time for the sick Priest
The Sick Priest
The Sick Priest
Holy predator beast

[Verse 4]
He takes my hand, leads me away
I’m fully aware of what comes today
Puts his arm around my neck
This ain’t right. Please! Wait a sec!

I feel something enter my pants
Stale breath whispers hymnal chants
Fingernails dug in and clawed
Was this how to feel the hand of God?

I’m here with the sick Priest
The Sick Priest
The Sick Priest
My predator beast

[Verse 5]
After some time, the hands retreat
Next boy in line, hit repeat
Never say a word, scared young one
Not Mom, not Dad, not anyone

Holding back tears, go run off
Cover the crying with a cough
Back to class, for another lesson
Make sure your belief doesn’t lessen

I visited the sick Priest
The Sick Priest
The Sick Priest
God’s predator beast

[Verse 6]
Afternoon arrives with the blue bus
Remember again, never to discuss
What happened inside God’s house
Keep it as quiet as a mouse

Mom says ‘Hi, now was it so bad?’
‘Did you really have to be so mad?’
Pretend to agree then off to your room
Maybe next week it will again resume

I’m dreading the sick Priest
The Sick Priest
The Sick Priest
Your predator beast

Tell me again who died for my sins
As I numb to needles and pins

Tell me again who died for my sins
As I numb to needles and pins

Let’s hear it for the sick Priest
The Sick Priest
The Sick Priest
My faith has ceased

Let’s hear it for the sick Priest
The Sick Priest
The Sick Priest
Self-worth decreased

Let’s hear it for the sick Priest
The Sick Priest
The Sick Priest
My soul deceased

Let’s hear it for the sick Priest
The Sick Priest
The Sick Priest
Still alive at least

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