文本歌词

Right through your fxxking head
Through your fxxking head
May I remind you
In this archdiocese
God don't run the bingo
You pressure me to fear for my life
And I will put a ******* bullet in your head
As if you were anybody else
Fxxking head
Fxxk
Right through your fxxking head
Through your fxxking head
Right through your fxxking head
Through your fxxk-fxxking head
When I tell you to dump a body in the marsh
Not where some guy from John Hancock goes every Thursday to get a fxxking blow job!
Right through your fxxking head
Through your fxxk-fxxking head
Right through your fxxk-fxxk-fxxk-fxxking head
Right through your fxxking head
Through your fxxk-fxxking head
Right through your fxxk-fxxk-fxxk-fxxking head
Right through your fxxking head
Through your fxxk-fxxking head
Right through your fxxk-fxxk-fxxk-fxxking head
Right through your fxxking head
Through your fxxk-fxxking head
Right through your fxxk-fxxk-fxxk
fxxk-fxxk-fxxk...
Right through your fxxking head
Through your fxxk-fxxking head
fxxking head
Right through your fxxking head
Through your fxxk-fxxking head