Lyrics from the 2000 VECTORS 7'' ep Rape The Pope.
all that fucking torah crap ain't redeemed by some christian grace and are you worried about people losing their faith, or you losing face? absolute truth a pack of lies well fed and organized the fact that you are recognized is sickening beyond AIDS fuck you and fuck the pope rape the pope fuck him now kill kill kill kill kill the pope kill kill kill kill kill the pope get a rope hang the pope rape the pope my sweet jesus what a mess I'm never gonna clean that dress when the president dropped his pants Kenny and his boys saw their chance his mouth started to drool now baby spit on you spit on you on the things you do I don't wanna be no sexual slave I just wanna dig political graves it was you who blew it mr.Starr came so close but no cigar my mouth is getting dry now baby spit on you spit on you on the things you do Monica's on TV - oh no Kenny's just a wanker - oh no Clinton's off to war now - oh no oh no oh no oh no no no no		settle the question of god's existence in your 45 minute show i'd rather hear the grunts of an aninal it would surely steal the show you think you're so witty but ya make no sense you just smile that stupid smile and let the rantings commence babble on babble on babble on you kiss ass and agree i wish you'd go to hell at least you'd get a story something to tell aaargh you're nothing smarmy sycophant anyone can see through you and your useless cant put a sock in it what was that you just said? it's about as fresh as stale bread you blah blah blah you talk all day but ya never got anything real to say babble on babble on babble on shhhhut your mouth käften a bag for your head and a nail studded bat they're waiting for you, bouncer see you in the parkin' lot
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