Mirandaclare - Pope Innocent VIII Lyrics

Pope Innocent VIII was kneeling on the floor
Thanked God for all his slaves, each one of them a Moor
100 to the count, from Ferdinand the King
Oh, 1484, a lucky year for him

Oh, those poor boys drained their veins for you
We don't remember their names, but you have a Wikipedia page

Summis desiderantes affectibus (Witchcraft, beware)
Heed not to incubi nor succubi under your bed (Or in your head)
Keep watch out for thy neighbour straying from the faith
But let's not call it a witch-hunt, just cooperate

550 years isn't enough time to forgive this
If Yeshua never rose from his grave, he would've been rolling therein

Come, take your tiara down
Come, take your tiara down
It's just a tiara, not a crown
Come, take your tiara down
It's just a tiara, not a crown
Come, take your tiara down
It's just a tiara, not a crown
(Down)
Come, take your tiara down
It's just a tiara, not a crown