I don't know what I want
but I know it's for sinners
and every single vain inside my body will explode
if I don't get what I want
I don't care if it's for sinners
all I really think about is [basically samples of me saying 'f**' played backwards -- Oliver]
oh you little pretty girl
with your skirts and your stockings
I know what underneath is
feel it burning in my hand
say your prayers little girl
and I'll kiss you goodnight
on your lips on your lips on your [basically samples of me saying 'c*nt' played backwards -- Oliver]
are the feces of Jesus
still holier than my love (that is God)
are the feces of Jesus... oh
are the feces of Jesus
still holier than my love (that is God)
are the feces of Jesus... oh