Tom Waits - What Became of Old Father Craft lyrics

Now he's an altar boy, bound up in leather and chains What became of old Father Craft I'll never forget the Sunday he left And gave me something special in the rectory He's an altar boy Corrected me in the rectory And that's why I'm feeling so blue Cause I'm an altar boy, what about you? "Pater noster, qui es in coelis Sanctificetur nomen tuum Adveniat regnum tuum..." "'Pater Noster', yeah" "Yeah" I can order in Latin Make 'em au gratin, Joe Cause I'm an old altar boy That's why I'm so depressed I never got the rest of the dream Just the ritual Now I'm habitual Majoring in crimes that are unspeakable I'm an altar boy That's what happened to me, yeah He's just an old altar boy Laying out there in the street He's an altar boy (anyone he can meet) Hoping he can meet a woman dressed like a nun He knows there's got to be some around here Drinking across from the church Just a little Father Cribari wine On a Sunday morning time Remembering when he was busier Now he's getting dizzier Fill it up, Joe You know the routine, yeah I'm an altar boy, oh yeah Out there in the bar, the old altar boy Making the scena with a novena Why is he winking at this time in his life He never took a wife, cause he's an old altar boy Drinking Cribari wine An altar boy, down here in his prime What became of him Well, he's looking up the dress of Sister Marie He's rather depressed, as you can see He hasn't been to ma** since nineteen forty-three Cause he's an old altar boy He figures he got enough religion already in him Now he's leafing through the dirty magazines He's an altar boy, what became of him He's an altar boy, yeah