Songtext von Terrible

On mondays murder children, little girls and boys I put my hands around their throats till they don't make a noise Tuesdays torture animals, pluck off small birds wings Watch them as they bleed to death, then they don't sing Wednesdays i defecate on the priest's front door If the priest he does complain, i just do it some more Thursdays i molatov the local orphans home Love those little orphans, charred down to the bone 'cause i'm terrible, terrible (terrible, terrible!) Shouldn't be allowed (shouldn't be allowed) To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd 'cause i'm terrible, terrible (terrible, terrible!) Shouldn't be allowed (shouldn't be allowed) To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd On fridays sodomize tender virgin nuns Tie them up, lear at them, and then i have my fun Saturdays i stand and sing my sad, sad, sick, sick songs To anyone who listen, who in the head is wrong But sundays, sundays, the day i love the best Rape, murder and pillage while other people rest 'cause i'm terrible, terrible (terrible, terrible!) Shouldn't be allowed (shouldn't be allowed) To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd 'cause i'm terrible, terrible (terrible, terrible!) Shouldn't be allowed (shouldn't be allowed) But when i do offend someone it makes me feel so proud.