Fornicated Messiah

On a winter night, when a star was bright

In a shed a child was born

The king of Jews, of mortal blood

Soon to be scorned

Poor Mary, carried the fruit of lust by the holy ghost

Disguised as the hobogang from the slums of Jerusalem

Burning rage of impotent carpenter

Left Mary is bruises

She hid the tears, fled to comfort

To waiting arms of holy ghost

Bastard son Judean swine

Ended his path on a cross of pain

Glory at Golgotha for his fall