falling in love with Debbie Boone I hope I get to meet her soon She looks so pure, so damn good I'd be faithful yes i would Holy Schmoley so hot and holy
Holy father drink the firewater Preaching peace as you go to war Politicians making brave decisions Only got self interest at heart We are to you just
Born in dirt Sin and pain Always to wear A fucking chain "Bleeding in my hands Bitter and sour Lies the holy life Long passed the hour Awakening,ascending
of all evil It is the holy terror God the almighty - The creator of Earth Devote your life to this holy writ - The key to your rebirth And if you've been
Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul
the child That she will bear And Satan's only son Shall be the worlds despair All hell breaks loose Hell's breaking loose Witching hour, witching hour
square in the face Even he hit his knees with a plea in the garden of Gethsemane To his holy father he raised his eyes In his darkest hour he cried "
Oh, Lord I come with heart, here open For in my hour of darkness I may be Seeking the joy of love unspoken Oh, Lord be Thou near to me And the holy voices
power Mirrors shall crack now is the hour Sing in praise Thy dark caress In thee I wait Lie still Lie still Rage engulfs my very being A holy fire burns
The day that we wed You blessed us and said "May heaven bestow you grace" There in that holy place We shared our first embrace Our cottage was small
all your business, your health and your ills She'll counsel your weddings, divorces and wills For full restoration five dollars an hour And with each consultation a free holy
Padre Padre in my grief I turn to you The day that we wed you blessed us and said may heaven bestow you grace There in that holy place we shared our first
'em I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to business We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished Blah, blah, I got two hours
glory poured Who is the immortal Father, heavenly, blest O Holiest of Holies, Jesus Christ our Lord And now we've come to the sun's hour of rest The
smash like I stepped on the gas Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash Went through 'em and laughed Came back an hour after
it snow? What would happen if Christmas Carols told a lie? Tell me what would you find? You'd say that today holds something special Something holy
an office in a publishing house Or in a big company working a computer clicking a mouse Pulling up your file checking your sales Meeting those quotas and accommodating voters that's the holy
a-ya-ya Monkey brains and banana I'll hit you with my antenna Put soap in my eye Make it red so I look raa ra ra So I woke up with my holy Qur'an And