To The Sinners

Let us bow our heads And spread our legs Hymnals burning, saints all choking Pew-stained fingers in the mouth of the meek Light the candles, crack the glass Fucking in the chapel, sucking off the mass Robes up, hands down, cut the body, drink the blood Wipe your lips, say your prayers, call it worship, call it love Sweat on the altar, spit in the cup The choir's moaning, they can’t get enough Whispers in the nave, fingers on your throat The burn in your groin, the float in yer boat Kneel for me, beg for me, cumming while you pray The wet spot in your jeans, the emotional fray Snap the rosary, bite the tongue, Call my name when the choir gets hung Choke on your vows, shiver through the shame A knife in the steeple, a sacrilegious maim Oh, bend your head, baby, fold your hands Bow little fuck toy who never made plans I'm vice in your gut, the taint in your eyes I'll drag you to hell with the most angelic of sighs Hey! Hey! Preach it to the sinners, let 'em choke on the truth Scream it to the heavens, corrupting the youth Pin it to the pulpits, leave 'em bleeding the proof Oh come, all ye broken, all ye blood-soaked and blackened Fall to your knees, now feel the burn Open on up, let the blasphemy yearn Oh, bend your head, baby, fold your hands Bow little fuck toy who never made plans I'm vice in your gut, the taint in your eyes I'll drag you to hell with the most angelic of sighs (Hey! Hey!)