Right through your f**king head

In your f**king head

May I remind you

In this archdiocese

God don't run the bingo

You pressure me to fear for my life

And I will put a f**king bullet in your head

As if you were anybody else

F**king head

Right through your f**king head

In your f**king head

When I tell you to dump a body in the marsh

You dump him in the marsh

Not where some guy from John Hancock goes every thursday to get a f**king blowjob!

Right through your f**king head

In your f**king head