Gallows

Nail the bodies to the crucifix, slit the throats of all the priests.
The last smile they will ever expect, a gaping hole running right through their neck.
Snakes get fat while the good rats die, all the pigs should be bled dry.
Who's with me?
All your sins will be forgiven, when your blood begins to thicken.
You have no answers to our questions, God bless this great depression.
The snakes get fat while the good rats die, and all the pigs should be bled dry.
Who's with me?
Throw the bodies into the streets, nothing more than rotten meat.
Taught not to bite the hand that feeds, ‘til it’s cold and dry and no longer bleeds.
The snakes get fat while the good rats die, so all the pigs should be bled dry.
The London metropolitan, all the fucking clergy men,
Child abusers, National Front, rapists, racists, all fucking scum.