Testo Inquisition-Hymnes

From behind the walls into his life His head filled up with sacred views Teaching his perverted rules To the parish on the pews Sometimes his Blessed-Virgin-Dreams And the struggle between church and state Parish pump politics Praising love instead of hate So sing to me, oh preacher And try to forgive my sins Gloria In exelsis deo Refusals of the contraception Church-taxes on his mind The holy fight for unborn life Masturbation makes you blind He joines his depraved hands in prayer This hypocrite-angel without a wing And his clerical self-satisfaction Makes the cross trumble on it´s sting So pray for me, oh preacher Try to forgive my sins Gloria... So let us fall down on our knees And pray for him together So that he tries to open his eyes Or to disappear forever Sing to me, oh preacher Try to forgive my sins Open your parson-world to me Sing one of your inquisition-hymnes Gloria...