Lapsed Catholics Need Discipline

I used to kneel down in my pew
And pray that I'd be washed anew
I would atone for all my sins
And then next week I'd do 'em again

That was then, and this is now
I'm a bit more secular
But there's still an itch to scratch
That's why I need you to
Tie me up
Hold me down and beat me
Please make sure it hurts

Flagellation, humiliation
Candle wax and a burning sensation
A dark room and my mask has been lifted
Can't see and my movement's restricted
Leather cracks as she makes her entrance
Please let me do my penance
I'll confess everything I did
Don't be gentle, don't be, don't be

I've got an ingrained sense of guilt
It's just how we're born and built
It left a little kink in my craw
I need someone to lash me raw
I'm less into femme fatales
I'm more a venus in furs
And that's where you come in
I need you to
Tie me up
Hold me down and beat me
Please make sure it hurts

That's the mental state I'm in
Lapsed Catholics need discipline
Tell me what a bad boy I've been
Lapsed Catholics need discipline

Lapsed Catholics want
Tie me up
Hold me and beat me
Please make sure it hurts