Terrible

On Mondays murder children, little girls and boys

I put my hands around their throats till they don't make a noise

Tuesdays torture animals, pluck off small birds wings

Watch them as they bleed to death, then they don't sing

Wednesdays I defecate on the priest's front door

If the priest he does complain, I just do it some more

Thursdays I Molatov the local orphans home

Love those little orphans, charred down to the bone

I'm terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed

To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd

On Fridays sodomize tender virgin nuns

Tie them up, lear at them, and then I have my fun

Saturdays I stand and sing my sad, sad, sick, sick songs

To anyone who listen, who in the head is wrong

Sundays, Sundays, the day I love the best

Rape, murder, pillage while other people rest

I'm terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed

To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd

I'm terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed

But when I do offend someone it makes me feel so proud