(lyrics are written by Andi Sexgang)

Today I saw a thousand Aborigines
marching to your door,
asking 'please let us in,'
but you offered them sanctuary
like a royal master in this great big heap of decay.
Devil may tell all,
Nail your wrists to the wall,
This is the Catholic party ball.
How many times have you sold to the cannibal?
You licked their hair and bones,
Kissed their meat and teeth,
you rubbed your flesh on flesh.
Your body laid out like a queen
was the best-dressed corpse I'd ever seen.
Feel your holy spirit rising like a cancer of the heart.
Screwing your sister in the hall with the lights off.
Nail your wrists to the wall,
This is the Catholic party ball.
How many times have you sold to the Cannibal Queen?
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Thanks to (Petington) for correcting these lyrics. Jun 23, 2008