One Sunday morning
That preacher, look, he went trawling
Into the, the house of, the House of Fuck
He come calling
"Love the sinner, and scorn the sin!"
"Now, goddammit, let me in!"
Well, my door's always open (always open)
Sidelong and oblong
"Crooked is the way, and wide the road to regret!"
"And I come to, I come to give what, what I get!"
I got couch sluts of every stripe
The boys, and the girls, and those in-between types
To your tastes, sir
And even Christ knew a bargain when he seen it, sir
I mean– ("Man does not live by flesh alone!")
Magdalene! Jesus H! ("But it's a fucking start!")
So to the heart of the hindmost
The drunk, the reprobate, and the Holy Ghost
I offer the itch that never stops
Never and forever
The ass of always-come-along
Dangling from my knotty tether
An angry bellwether
Of what always–
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