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