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 wanna curl up and have an itty-bitty doona day
But a lot of people here really miss ya, Georgie
They really think you oughta a 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, they 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, we know you're not feeling well
Perhaps you just need some sun, it's lovely here you should come
Home, you pompous buffoon, and I suggest do it soon
I hear the tolling of a bell, and it has a Pellian knell
I wanna 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
Come and face the music Georgie
You owe it to the victims Georgie
Come and face the music, the music, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
(notes only)
He would take one look at you and say
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 well
Come at the pub in Ballarat, they just want a beer and a chat
(Come home Cardinal Pell) I know you're scared Georgie-Poo
(Come home) They have a right to know what you do
Your time is running out to atone, Georgie
I think the Lord is calling you home, Georgia
Perhaps he could forgive even you (he may 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 frickin' sue me