Missionary bricks in a game They cower under their God They have gathered here Waiting for an old man with his rod
The wannabe Jebus has arrived The popemobile is parked outside And all his retarded dead little midget friends They run around and cry that Zombie Jesus needs us The second coming of the Leatherman Is the head of the church
They say she’s hiding there Somewhere in the crowd You can see her smile with a twisted grin Among the faces of the meek You will need… Seven sins To embrace the Holy Goat Never mind the Father now The Son is dead for all she knows
Poperipper jumping over ropes to rip down the pope
Poperipper jumping over ropes to rip down the pope Poperipper ripping down the pope two years in a row
She’d die to give him his last rites With 666… Goodbyes
Watch him go down Laugh as he’s falling Humoristic violence in fact It’s not like pious men doesn’t deserve it United under a sky of their God of Dust
Ceasing the day There’s heaven to pay To believe is to be the enemy
Come Easter next year she’s a sword in the fish Escape her prison cell to make the pope the dish And when he staggers once more up the stairs To give his tacky speech She’ll be there waiting in the crowd To fulfill her utmost wish
Some rumors say she’s hiding there Somewhere in the crowd You can see her smile with a twisted grin Among the faces of the meek Embody seven sins and embrace the Holy Goat Never mind the Father now The Son is dead for all she knowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
