Lyrics:
the Holy Spirit,
The Holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints,
The forgiveness of sins,
The resurrection of the body, and life everlasting.
Amen.
Our
like Catholic boys
KEY CHANGE!
Tattooed women, tattooed women
I like tattooed women make a lotta noise
I love tattooed women, tattooed women
I like
[INTRO]
it's chillboy trizzy.......
[VERSE 1]
These saints are nothing to be trusted
Got ese bitches saving in the chapel (chapel)
Yah i wrote
crmagh,
-four friends were walking homeward from a dance in a Catholic Bar.
To get to the Catholic enclave, they had to brave the threat
added six months to the project I can tell you that much right now. Michael Angelo took 14 years to paint the Sistine Chapel, 14 years to paint
never been one of them.
I'm a Roman Catholic,
And have been since before I was born,
And the one thing they say about Catholics is:
They'll take
The drunk kids, the catholics
They're all about the same
They're waiting for something
Hoping to be saved
Well I have been happy the past
I have an 11 year old son, and it's a different time now for young women. You have all that. I see beautiful women, female comics that do their
the gypsy madonna)
Truth is not always kind (jesus hosanna)
Peter and Paul they did condemn (this is the day of reckoning)
Women like the Magdalene (she you
like catholics
Blue cheese on my mind, I'm stacking cheddar like a rat
I'm getting paper, stacking paper, in God we trust like catholics
Blue cheese
have we met before?
It might have been way back in Nagasaki
Where women wicky wacky 'round your door
I seem to recognise
The light that's shinin'
Who can I call a friend?
'Cause women lie, men lie
Everyone lies in the end
Oh no, no, no, no
I wish I felt well
'Cause women cry, men cry
Everyone
Every time I set to write
Lyricals on the women
I always seem to end up the victim of some terrible ass-kicking
So now I'm telling myself
"Friend,
have we met before?
It might have been way back in Nagasaki
Where women wicky wacky 'round your door
I seem to recognise
The light that's shinin'
Fuck all y'all, man
I used to get straight A's, read my books in Catholic school,
Now I find myself in the men's bathroom
With a top-notch, goin'
man
(You nasty)
I used to get straight A's, read my books in Catholic school
Now I find myself in the men's bathroom
With a top-notch, goin' wild in
One
Of
One of a kind
Whole new species
Special women
Stroking her throughs
I see her cheeks
Is getting warmer
Open her eyes
See stare in mine
For some
me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my ride
300 horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you
aloud by rotten scoundrels
While kids play in fields
Filled with murals like the sistine chapels
Ironic how their all surrounded
By flowers and catholic
Broken celibacy Raping the immaculate Sacrilege in the chapel Altars of defloration
Violated innocence Religious prostration End of the empire The truth
I know they say that you're a nice girl
And you should stay away from me
Your Catholic life has not prepared you
For someone whose mind is running
these catholic chapels
And backwards assholes
A pot of gold for a snotty-nose
would surely end up in an overdose
Hair curly nose stuffed wit a couple
to the chapel with a horse and buggy ride. Very romantic. I was in back of her in the pooper scooper, and they're going to throw you in this broom closet. That's
when I try to breathe
I try to fight but I can't win
I try to stop but I still sin
On her knees like Catholics
I like my women old, like Jurassic
Got my
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