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We should all go back to church cos they've hit the market placeThey're getting fashionable ideas from back issues of "The Face"They've bought part shares in the pill, porn videos and guns, guns, guns!Old concepts are boring the designer mass is funThey've changed the local parishes into saunas, gyms and spasThe Eucharist and the Covenant is now a mini-barThey've bought a New York decorator to turn cherubs into fairiesThe body and the blood to caviar, Bloody MarysWhere the font is a jacuzzi, holy water's PerrierCause the Vatican has found a way to make religion payIf you've soiled your conviction, sold your soulAll you need is absolution, get some good rock n rollLet my people go, go, go to church - listen to the preacherGo to church - he'll teach you more than Friedrich NietzscheGo to church - where you can let your hair hang down, down, downNo need to be embarrassed cause there's no one else aroundThe parish priests are trying to make lay-people of your daughtersInstalling water beds as their sacrificial altarsParents are concerned but nothing could be saferCause your girl won't get pregnant if she's chewing on that waferAnd while I'm on the topic, did I forget to mentionThat Brother Joe rides piggyback with dubious intentions?And Amy Grant writes songs that have you coming in your socksWhile pre-pubescent school boys try to pillage her poor-boxSongtexteThe flying nun with see through frocks and sexy lingerieNow they've turned the sacred sacrament into a cabaretLet my people go, go, go to church - that's what my mother used to sayGo to church - or you will rue the dayGo to church - where you can go and see all the pretty peopleIf you've never been before it's the building with the steepleThe mass was best in Latin, they never should have banned itIt doesn't make sense now that we can understand itSo cur unum servo deum, Lefevre's not a faggotBut if he don't take care he'll get laid, he'll get laidHe'll get laid off like Jimmy SwaggertAdmission is free if you're certain of your fateIf not I recommend some big cash on the plateOr get a damn good lawyer to change the ref's decisionCos I'm stuck with going to church like I'm stuck with circumcisionLet my people go, go, go to church - cause you may find favorGo to church - lift your arms to the saviorGo to church - it's getting warm and I can hear that final bellYou'd better move your feet there's no fire escape in HellCome on all you sexually impotent, drunken, drug-pushing scumbags...Go to church! Aus Songtexte Mania