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Lyrics: 
 Sitting in my box, waiting for you
 I peep through the slits and I feel myself
 Breathing tight, I'm getting hard
 But it's nice and dark for the things that I do
 I sweat in my cassock
 When I hear you words
 Tell your sins to me I will absolve thee
 I run a peep show beat
 Where I can beat my meat
 When I see your dressing
 I get to messing
 
 Shit for brains, piss in my pants
 I rape and contain the whole human race
 I'm your heavenly host, the Holy Ghost
 The hand of god and the stick of saints
 I'm a man who's sick but I got class
 I'm going to heaven with my lickin' ass
 Shit for brains, piss in my pants
 I rape and contain my catholic domain
 
 Sticks and stones break my bones
 Your words just crucify me
 Heaven up above has a glorious god
 I'd really rather have you right where I want
 Right on the front full of my gunk
 I slide up behind heaven in my mind
 In my dreams I always whipped you
 Then I stripped you
 
 I ripped you down to my scripture 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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