The Tiger Lillies - Terrible

On Mondays murder children, little girls and boys I put my hands around their throats till they don’t make a noise Tuesdays torture animals, pluck off small birds wings Watch them as they bleed to death, then they don’t sing Wednesdays I defecate on the priest’s front door If the priest he does complain, I just do it some more Thursdays I Molatov the local orphans home Love those little orphans, charred down to the bone I’m terrible, terrible, shouldn’t be allowed To sing my songs of filth to a de