Из альбома: Song and Legend
Today I saw a thousand aborigines marching to your door,
Asking, "Please! Let us in!"
But you offered them sanctuary, like a royal master living in this great big heap of decay!
Devil may tell all!
Nail your wrists to the wall!
This is the Catholic Party Ball!
How many times have you sold
to the cannibal?
You licked their hair and bones,
Kissed their meat and teeth,
You rubbed their flesh on flesh!
Your body laid out like a queen
was the best-dressed corpse I'd ever seen!
Feel your holy spirit rising like a cancer of the heart!
Screwing your sister in the hall with the lights off!
Nail your wrists to the wall!
This is the Catholic Party Ball!
How many times have you sold to the Cannibal Queen?