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letra de evil believer - the premarital sect

been thinking of evil
incestuous fevers
the cruelest intentions
of spreading diseases
incurable laughter
been touching his daughter
and counting the bruises
like lambs to the slaughter

but his soul
they won’t ever have his soul
they won’t ever have his soul
yet

the bloodiest sagas
are cut for the m-sses
been tying up entrails
a role-model father
and dressing the corpses
with urine and petrol
erecting a cross
for some self-crucifixion

but his soul
they won’t ever have his soul
they won’t ever have his soul
yet

evil believer you have never caught his hands red yet
evil seeded but he ain’t changed for no man just yet
believe in nothing you can do what you like
you’ll get five years, what’s five years?
evil believer you have never caught his hands red yet
evil seeded but he ain’t changed for no man just yet
believe in nothing you can do what you like
you’ll get five years, what’s five years?

self-tanned and wrinkled
and oiled in the bath-tub
it’s crooked and blistered
and fully dysfunctional
prescribed medication
he flushed round the u-bend
so sucks in his beer gut
and heads for the discotheque

‘cos you can never have a little
premarital s-x
premarital s-x

well evil believer you have never caught his hands red yet
evil seeded but he ain’t changed for no man just yet
believe in nothing you can do what you like
you’ll get five years, what’s five years?
evil believer you have never caught his hands red yet
evil seeded but he ain’t changed for no man just yet
believe in nothing you can do what you like
you’ll get five years, what’s five years?
five years

- the premarital sect

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