Harley Poe - Terrible lyrics

On Monday murder children
Little girls and boys
Wrap my hands around their throats till
They don't make a noise
Tuesday torture animals
Cut 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
And If the priest he does complain
I just do it some more
And Thursdays I Molatov the
Local orphanage home
I love those little orphans
Char them to the bone

'Cause I'm terrible, terrible
Shouldn't be allowed
To sing my songs of filth, to a decent crowd
'Cause I'm terrible, terrible
Shouldn't be allowed
To sing my songs of filth, to a decent crowd

On Fridays sodomize tender virgin nuns
Tie them up, leer at them
And then I have my fun
Saturdays I stand and sing my sad, sad, sick
Sick songs
To anyone who'll listen
Who in the head is wrong
But Sunday, Sunday, the day I love the best
I rape, murder
And pillage while other people rest

'Cause I'm terrible, terrible
Shouldn't be allowed
To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd
'Cause I'm terrible, terrible
Shouldn't be allowed
But when I do offend someone it
Makes me feel so proud