What are you thinking about When looking at the cross? You, the bride of Christ. About holiness or heaven Faith or paradise? Oh, it’s dirty lies.
In the name of church and the crusifix Get lost in desires like in water of Styx Sex and religion is my faforite mix Step to the road number six six six
Standing on your bare knees Looking at his naked body Denied all the carnal games You’ll be heard by somebody
Next day you will tell Your mother superior About you purity old tale But somewhere at the bottom of you heart You wish you were raped by all demons of hell. You’re not an angel, not a witch. Not even a woman. You’re just a bitch.