Dress me up, dress me down
Touch the mouth of a coward, boy
All the brothels in this town
Have turned the flag, upside down
The involuntarily celibate would nationalise
My dear god’s birth canal
Light my #ss on fire
Parliament strips in my mirror, honey
Light my #ss on fire
Get me to a nunnery
I can’t function in this time zone
Because a generation of conceit
Would privatise complete altruism
So no penance for you and I
So no p#rnographic obsession to recriminate
The sterilised
Light my #ss on fire
Parliamеnt strips in my mirror, honey
Light my #ss on fire
Get mе to a nunnery
What a drag I just don’t feel like a man
We should have no shame
So I lie down on the seats
On the train home
Light my #ss on fire
Parliament strips in my mirror, honey
Light my #ss on fire
Get me to a nunnery
Light my #ss on fire
Parliament strips in my mirror, honey
Light my #ss on fire
Get me to a nunnery
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