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[ Politics & Religion ] Dirty Rotten Bums
More power to the people
Toppling the crooked steeple
Launch it like a missile
Use it as a weapon
Aim it at the Vatican
Send a message to the Man
No longer are we taking it
We're sick of them faking it
Hands off the altar boy
He's not for your own personal joy
Never was he meant to be a sex toy
You dirty rotten bums!
Why don't you just admit to your flock
that you enjoy the feel of the cock
while you're in the Zone
condemning lesbians and gays
Why don't you try being honest for a spell
Refrain from preaching about burning in Hell---
how they shall rot for all Eternity
due to their deviant ways
It's hypnosis
Terminal hypocrisy is the only diagnosis
And if I had a scalpel
I'd cut you out
Cleanse the Church of this disease
Lay my hands on every sleaze
that speaketh with a forked tongue
who secretly crave it up the bung
More power to the people
Toppling the crooked steeple
Send a message to the Man
No longer are we taking it
We're sick of them faking it
And tired of taking it
In the rear
Because those dirty rotten bums
refuse to admit they're queer
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