Lyrics:

Right Through Your Fucking Head
in Your Fucking Head (X)
may I Remind You
in This Archdiocese
god Don't Run The Bingo
you Pressure Me To Fear For My Life
and I Will Put A Fucking Bullet In Your Head
as If You Were Anybody Else
fucking Head (X)
right Through Your Fucking Head
in Your Fucking Head (X)
when I Tell You To Dump A Body In The Marsh
you Dump Him In The Marsh
not Where Some Guy From John Hancock Goes Every Thursday To Get A Fucking Blowjob!
right Through Your Fucking Head
in Your Fucking Head (X)