I'm a Fucking Saint I tell ya

I'm a fucking saint I tell ya,
With a bottle of Old No. 7 Holy Water
And halo for a cock ring.

I'm not here for absolution,
I won't hear your fucking prayers.
The music of Sid and Nancy drowns it all out.

I'm the patron saint of sinners
I'll lay hands on tits and ass
And bless you good and proper, slut.

In a cathedral of neon lights and stripper poles,
The offerings are taken up in poker chips
And vespers are whispered as joints are passed.

The world is made of sex, drugs and rock and roll
And virtues and vices are the same damn things
And I'm a fucking saint I tell ya.