[Verse 1]
Golden velvet robes on Pope Paul, he's talking
I think he's stalking devils of flesh
He rides chauffeured through the streets instead of walking
I think his holy story, think his story is a mess
[Verse 2]
All I did last Easter
All I did was paint some eggs
It was a resurrection holy day
No more nails, no more nails in the holy legs
[Verse 3]
Only one true holy book in your hand
Singing in Latin nobody understands
Licking wafers paper thin
Ah, stupid Christian isn't it grand?
[Bridge]
Is this your reason for this day?
Do you have a little something holy that you'd like to say to me?
Something about a magic, sacred holiday
[Verse 4]
You look holy and humble on your knees
But it looks funny when you try and run that way
Paul taking all of your money
For turning your feet, turning your feet into clay, clay pigeon
Golden velvet robes on Pope Paul, he's talking
I think he's stalking devils of flesh
He rides chauffeured through the streets instead of walking
I think his holy story, think his story is a mess
[Verse 2]
All I did last Easter
All I did was paint some eggs
It was a resurrection holy day
No more nails, no more nails in the holy legs
[Verse 3]
Only one true holy book in your hand
Singing in Latin nobody understands
Licking wafers paper thin
Ah, stupid Christian isn't it grand?
[Bridge]
Is this your reason for this day?
Do you have a little something holy that you'd like to say to me?
Something about a magic, sacred holiday
[Verse 4]
You look holy and humble on your knees
But it looks funny when you try and run that way
Paul taking all of your money
For turning your feet, turning your feet into clay, clay pigeon
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