Moldau-Melodie - Alfred Hause, Бедржих Сметана

Black Jesus on a burning cross

Even nuns getting splashed by filth at bus stops

Under a moon and a veil

Skin splinters out of its jail

Where worship deceases its crud

Dead dogs under tires and mud

Sunday morning I’m going to lie

Sunday morning sorrow will die

Comets bleeding through black holes of crime

Comets falling from God’s holy sky

Who will fuck when all these people are gone?

I would smash the face of the world

Just smashing the face of the world

Sneak little boys, sneak little girls

All children wrath hard in divorce

Yet they still aspire to wed

While the ring is stuck on your finger

You’re sucking the head in a bed

I couldn’t care less what I say

I couldn’t care less of your friends

I’m tired of trying to write

Everything’s already been said

Feed me hard, skin me dead as a cat

Who will fuck when the people are gone?

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