Текст (слова) песни: Legendary Pink Dots - A Strychnine Kiss
Cut glass cathedrals slash holes in the air so it always is raining when we kneel down in prayer. And Christ leans and laughs. . . Christ! He`s shaking his head cos the wine`s Portugese and the bread`s only bread . . . No trance, no substance, no conscience for sure as the Pope licks a jackboot and lays down the law. And his flock form a cross-- all fall down with disease. And the only survivors are him and his priests. In them thar seven hills there`s a big crock of gold, but it`s all stashed in sacks and belongs to a Pole. And name any language, he`s got something to sell, but if you add it up, it`s a ticket to hell.
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