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
'cause i'm terrible, terrible (terrible, terrible!)
Shouldn't be allowed (shouldn't be allowed)
To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd
'cause i'm terrible, terrible (terrible, terrible!)
Shouldn't be allowed (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
But sundays, sundays, the day i love the best
Rape, murder and pillage while other people rest
'cause i'm terrible, terrible (terrible, terrible!)
Shouldn't be allowed (shouldn't be allowed)
To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd
'cause i'm terrible, terrible (terrible, terrible!)
Shouldn't be allowed (shouldn't be allowed)
But when i do offend someone it makes me feel so proud.
