Dirty Rotten Bums

More power to the people
In toppling the crooked steeple
Launch it like a missile
Use it as a weapon
Aim it at the Vatican
Send a message to the Man
No longer are we taking it
We're sick of them faking it

Hands off the altar boy
He's not for your own personal joy
Never was he meant to be a sex toy

You dirty rotten bums!

Why don't you just admit it to your flock
That you enjoy the feel of the cock
While you're in the Zone
Condemning the behavior of lesbians and gays

Why don't you try being honest for a spell
Refrain from proselytizing about burning in Hell
How they shall rot for all Eternity
Due to their deviant ways

It's hypnosis

Terminal hypocrisy is the only diagnosis

And if I had a scalpel
I'd cut you out

Cleanse the Church of this disease
Lay my hands on
Cast out every sleaze
That speaketh with a forked tongue

Even though they secretly craveth it up the bung

More power to the people
In toppling the crooked steeple
Send a message to the Man
No longer are we taking it
We're sick of them faking it
And tired of taking it
In the rear

Because those dirty rotten bums refuse
To admit they're queer