Worning - Joyful Sunday I listened to the holy prayer But the teaching is without avail I woke up to a beautiful morning On a joyful Sunday Just keep preaching the word of god But I’ll pay no attention to your message I’ll make the sign of the cross With a sharp knife to your body On Sunday morning you’re about to go to mass The church has been rebuilt to sports hall The foolish flock has room inside Every sheep bleats in front of you If you think yourself to be a prophet Crucify yourself for your flock I don’t give my soul for deceptive words I wash my sins in holy water You’re surrounded by mass of idiots To whom the scourge of god struck down All of them believe in you fallen on their knees But holy water is of no use for bloodlust http://rockerek.hu/