Left, right, left, right, left, right;
Swings the baby on the church door
Nailed by the heart, the central part
To this now bleeding corpse.
In the pouring rain, he kills again
Youthfull carnage spreads.
And all for the sake of his blind vanity.
Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop;
Bleeds the baby on the church door.
The blood stains, whilst outside it rains
On top of this now corpse.
The whites of the eyes, show those with no spines
Praying on this lamb
And all for the sake of his blind vanity.
Ring, Ding, Ring, Ding, Ring, Ding;
The bells yell shakes the baby on the church door,
As if all is well, the monks are swell,
For killing this now corpse
Dancing in the hall, for doing nothing at all
To save this babies life
And all for the sake of HIS blind vanity
Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, Plop;
The baby falls off of that church door.
A pool of blood, mixed with mud
Smothers this now corpse
As he rides away, to another day,
Another baby is no longer safe
And all for the sake of his blind vanity |
