Right through your fucking head
Through your fucking head
May I remind you
In this archdiocese
God don't run the bingo
You pressure me to fear for my life
And I will put a fucking bullet in your head
As if you were anybody else
Fucking head
Right through your fucking head
Through your fucking head
Right through your fucking head
Through your fuck-fucking head
When I tell you to dump a body in the marsh
Not where some guy from John Hancock goes every Thursday to get a fucking blow job!
Right through your fucking head
Through your fuck-fucking head
Right through your fuck-fuck-fuck-fucking head
Right through your fucking head
Through your fuck-fucking head
Right through your fuck-fuck-fuck...
Fucking head!
Right through your fucking head
Through your fuck-fucking head
Right through your fuck-fuck-fuck-fucking head
Right through your fucking head
Through your fuck-fucking head
Right through your fuck-fuck-fuck...
Fuck-fuck-fuck...
Right through your fucking head
Through your fuck-fucking head
Fucking head
Right through your fucking head
Through your fuck-fucking head