I woke up early on Sunday morning and phoned newspapers, radios and tvs, some priests molested children I’m going to kill’em for this! Hey man I’ve got something to tell you... Why don’t you come and shoot me during the show!?
This could be the best performance ever! I took a lighter and the gasoline and made my make up while running in the street. I reached the church, passing through tvs, and saw naked child in the arms of the priest. Hey man I’ve got something to tell you... Don’t forget to cry at the guilty’s show
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I set free kids from the pit of the sins, becoming famous I was born for the screen, a feasting crowd was all around me I let the flames purify the scene. Hey world I've got something to tell you! I am your new born King!
And this is what I’ve said when they brought me here to the madhouse... Fire up the torch! Burn down the Church! Fire up the torch! Burn down the Church! Fire up the torch! Burn down the Church! Fire up the torch! Burn down the Church! Fire up the torch!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
