I did confess my sins
And I heard the beautiful singing

I saw the monsignor smile
Let go of long time clinging

Guadalupe in my life
A lovely little story

I love rock n' roll
But I live no life of glory

Yes, I have persisted
Though I've been 'buked and scorned

For years now I've resisted
Though at time hopeless and forlorn

Does anybody really know
Why we have been born?