PIG - Shit for brains

Sitting in my box, waiting for you I peep through the slits and I feel myself Breathing tight, I'm getting hard But it's nice and dark for the things that I do I sweat in my cassock When I hear you words Tell your sins to me I will absolve thee I run a peep show beat Where I can beat my meat When I see your dressing I get to messing Shit for brains, piss in my pants I rape and contain the whole human race I'm your heavenly host, the Holy Ghost The hand of god and the stick of saints I'm a man who's sick but I got class I'm going to heaven with my lickin' ass Shit for brains, piss in my pants I rape and contain my catholic domain Sticks and stones break my bones Your words just crucify me Heaven up above has a glorious god I'd really rather have you right where I want Right on the front full of my gunk I slide up behind heaven in my mind In my dreams I always whipped you Then I stripped you I ripped you down to my scripture