Letras
Christ, he hangs upon the church wall
His very essence sickens my soul
You fucking Christians, you just can't understand
The fucking hatred that I have for this man
All of my love just gave way to hate
These nuns and preachers should suffer their fate
Had I lived in Rome, I'd killed you myself
No reason for heaven when I'm going to hell
Let's go to fucking hell
Christ, you sicken me
Sickened by this, I've praised
Sickened by this, I've praised
We will destroy you, we will cut you down
I'd like to be another thorn in your crown
Upon the cross, you suffered and bled
I've lost my heart in knowing you're dead
Time has come to share what I feel
We spit at you, we shall not kneel
Your fucking God stays up in the sky
Why didn't he save you? You were crucified
On the fucking cross
Christ
Fucking Christ