The Tiger Lillies Terrible

On Mondays murder children, little girls and boys I put my hands around their throats till they don t make a noise Tuesdays torture animals, pluck off small birds wings Watch them as they bleed to death, then they don t sing Wednesdays I defecate on the priest s front door If the priest he does complain, I just do it some more Thursdays I Molatov the local orphans home Love those little orphans, charred down to the bone I m terrible, terrible, shouldn t be allowed To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd On Fridays sodomize tender virgin nuns Tie them up, lear at them, and then I have my fun Saturdays I stand and sing my sad, sad, sick, sick songs To anyone who listen, who in the head is wrong Sundays, Sundays, the day I love the best Rape, murder, pillage while other people rest I m terrible, terrible, shouldn t be allowed To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd I m terrible, terrible, shouldn t be allowed But when I do offend someone it makes me feel so proud