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 pull 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 molotov 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 i rape murder and pillage oh while other people rest i m terrible i m terrible shouldn t be allowed to sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd terrible i m terrible shouldn t be allowed but when i do offend someone it makes me feel so proud