From the recording A God Without A Soul
Lyrics
If you could look inside my soul
You’ll find that it’s obscene
To take you is my only goal
O sweet Josephine
I can sell sour milk to a cow
Surprise you in the act
To make love to you here and now
Don’t you overreact
Baby I’m your butcher boy
Born to be your perfect toy
Welcome to the house of the Lord
Let me be the chairman of the board
Can you see yourself in such a bloody fucking place?
Where even in the dark you can’t hide your face
Move and inspire me with your naked thighs
Not even a smile for my pains in your bloodshot eyes
Baby I’m your butcher boy
Born to be your perfect toy
Welcome to the house of the Lord
Let me be the chairman of the board
Baby I’m your butcher boy
Born to be your perfect toy
Welcome to the house of the Lord
Welcome to the house of the Lord
Let me be your chairman of the board
Of the board