There's an evil on the streets
That just cannot be cured
If it's living next door to you
You cannot rest assured
This temple will not fall
Like those days of old
The chalice of poison
The cleric so bold

There's an evil in their eye
Observed Constantine
Kissing on the floor
Is hardly divine
Or romantic like Venice
Italy or Rome
Sitting so prettily
Upon Papal throne

Judge the homosexual
By the forest of mystique
Imagine where your thoughts began
Then inward travel deep
Pontificate in ignorance
Preach but do not talk
The Universal church of arrogance
Can take a Fucking walk

Along the nearest runway
In leer jet luxury
Kissing the sacred tarmac
From construction plc
Another deal for Jesus
Done for the sake of good
No matter for the rainforest
They make prayer books from the wood