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
