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Am (x02210@1)                                                              EOn (022100@1)Mondays murder children, little girls and boys
                                                                                         AmI (x02210@1)put my hands around their throats till they don't make a noise
                                                                         ETuesdays (022100@1)torture animals, pluck off small birds wings 
                                                                      AmWatch (x02210@1)them as they bleed to death, then they don't sing
                                                     E (022100@1)Wednesdays I defecate on the priest's front door
                                                        Am (x02210@1)If the priest he does complain, I just do it some more
                                                E (022100@1)Thursdays I Molatov the local orphans home
                                                Am (x02210@1)Love those little orphans, charred down to the bone 
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AmI'm (x02210@1)terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed 
ETo (022100@1)sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd

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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 
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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