Livin’ in the Vatican

Yeah, you could be a rapist, you could be the blessed
You could show your big cock to little kids
You could tour the world, hearing the applause
You could talk to God, while banging little boys
You could stay in mansions, drive in gold carts, yeah
You could have a fountain, you could rape tots
You could cure cancer, you could feed the poor
But instead you sit around and rape kids
Living in the Vatican, yeah
And the world's gonna know you're gay, yeah
'Cause you're playing with the boys all day, yeah
And the world's gonna know you're gay, yeah
Sleeping with the boys in the vatican
You get paid millions, just to wave and smile, yeah
You could rape kids and you'll never go to trial
You could wear a yamulka, you could wear a cape
Raping all the kids that
They thought never could be raped
Yeah, you could tell people, you speak for God
And Jesus wants a private word with little Todd
You could give thirsty africans rain
But instead you sit around and rape kids
Living in the vatican, yeah
And the world's gonna know you're gay, yeah
'Cause you're playing with the boys all day, yeah
And the world's gonna know you're gay, yeah
Sleeping with the boys In the vatican
You could be a pedophile, Be a pedophile
You could be a pedophile
Be a pedophile in the Vatican
Rape students, rape these kids
Rape altar boys, 2 or 3 kids, yep yep
Rape chocolate milk drinkers
Rape tiny tots, rape boy scouts
Rape little leaguers
Rape students, rape these kids
Rape altar boys, 2 or 3 kids, yep yep
Rape chocolate milk drinkers
Rape tiny tots, rape boy scouts
Living in the vatican, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the world's gonna know your gay, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause you're playing with your balls all day (all day), yeah, yeah, yeah
And the world's gonna know your gay, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sleeping with the boys in the vatican
You could be a rapist, you could be the blessed
You could show your big cock to little kids
You could tour the world, hearing the applause
You could talk to God, while banging little boys
You could stay in mansions, drive in gold carts, yeah
You could have a fountain, you could rape tots
You could cure cancer, you could feed the poor
But instead you'll sit around and rape kids
Living in the vatican