Your Church Is Grotesque

Preacher, you're my delight
Sister, you gotta hide!
Father, where is the light?
Mother, don't start a fight
Preacher, you are the head of grotesque church
Sister, don't cross that bridge: it'll hurt.

Hear my father, hear me: Your chruch is grotesque!
Hear my father, hear me: Your chruch is grotesque!
Hear my father, hear me: Your chruch is grotesque!
Hear my father, hear me: Your chruch is grotesque!

Savior, you've been denied,
Children, cover your eyes.
Jesus, you keep them waiting for such a long time.
This world, will once and for all be mine!

Hear my father, hear me: Your chruch is grotesque!
Hear my father, hear me: Your chruch is grotesque!
Hear my father, hear me: Your chruch is grotesque!
Hear my father, hear me: Your chruch is grotesque!