In a abandoned church
Lives an undead priest
Down in the basement
Every Sunday he feasts
Driving around in his hearse
Take the sluts of the street
The ovens are over a thousand degrees
Its time for Jehovah meat

Burn them alive, below the holy hill
Throw them on the barbeque, bake them on the grill

Walking around and knock the doors
Is what they love to do
The priest hates Jehovah children
He will eat them too
Sometimes as an appetizer
But mostly as a dessert
Make the holy bitches cum
Drink the Jehovah squirt

Burn them alive, below the holy hill
Throw them on the barbeque, bake them on the grill

They beg him for mercy
They offer him lots of cash
Their money means nothing to him

They beg him for mercy
They offer him lots of cash
He wants the smell of burning flesh

Burn them alive, below the holy hill
Throw them on the barbeque, bake them on the grill

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