[Verse 1] Golden velvet robes on Pope Paul, hes talking I think hes stalking devils of flesh He rides chauffeured through the streets instead of walking I think his holy story, think his story is a mess [Verse 2] All I did last Easter All I did was paint some eggs It was a resurrection holy day No more nails, no more nails in the holy legs [Verse 3] Only one true holy book in your hand Singing in Latin nobody understands Licking wafers paper thin Ah, stupid Christian isnt it grand? [Bridge] Is this your reason for this day? Do you have a little something holy that youd like to say to me? Something about a magic, sacred holiday [Verse 4] You look holy and humble on your knees But it looks funny when you try and run that way Paul taking all of your money For turning your feet, turning your feet into clay, clay pigeon [Verse 5] One man of peace dies and a hundred wars begin You keep murdering people in his Christian name I thought he, I thought he, I coulda sworn he I thought he said, I coulda sworn he said it was a sin Soldier where have you been? [Bridge] Holiday [Verse 6] All Im going to do this Easter Im just going to look for eggs Its a resurrection holy day No more nails, no more nails in the holy legs No more brains, no more brains in the Christian
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