Brad Cook - Conquistadors lyrics

I came along on bended knee Careful they would make it be I was made a heart of mean I was never hoisted My hands, my rope My key, my door Yeah, compa**ion grows But conquistador Title of the song Hitler and the twelfth Pope of Pius can't hide I was k**ed by my own kind In a Holocaust, faith burns Yeah, you should be shocked You should turn My hands, my rope My key, my door Yeah, compa**ion grows But conquistador My blood has been spilled Henceforth, the Catholic guilt My blood has been spilled Henceforth, the Catholic guilt