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 knows