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Am E
On Mondays murder children, little girls and boys
Am
I put my hands around their throats till they don't make a noise
E
Tuesdays torture animals, pluck off small birds wings
Am
Watch them as they bleed to death, then they don't sing
E
Wednesdays I defecate on the priest's front door
Am
If the priest he does complain, I just do it some more
E
Thursdays I Molatov the local orphans home
Am
Love those little orphans, charred down to the bone
Chorus
Am
I'm terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed
E
To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd
(Verse)
On Fridays sodomize tender virgin nuns
Tie them up, lear at them, and then I have my fun
Saturdays I stand and sing my sad, sad, sick, sick songs
To anyone who listen, who in the head is wrong
Sundays, Sundays, the day I love the best
Rape, murder, pillage while other people rest
(Chorus)
I'm terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed
To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd
I'm terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed
But when I do offend someone it makes me feel so proud
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