Great Friday

Forced out some woman's cunt back in '81,
The day was Friday apparently it was Good...
Cause some unlucky fuck is getting nailed,
Up on a hill by a school of wails.
'He can keep those words give me his wine!'
I heard them girls that used to hang around the well were so fine...
Getting head everyday by the shade of some leaves just like myself,
Man it's a pity that you never learned how to play lead,
Or to keep your trap shut...
What was all that fucking shit you were talking back then,
Are you out of your head, now is like it was then.
No I don't want to hear about no heaven and hell,
No I can't stand my neighbour, yeah I'm fuckin' his wife,
I'll probably do her again later,
On your birthday I bought that horny milf some sexy lingerie,
Man the fuck it was...

Great Friday! Yes indeed! The bars are open!
I'm gone to find me a purifying priestess
To pour ablutions on my putrid soul,
Show her some meat, I'll wager with you that she takes the bone.
Call yourself the saviour of mankind,
It's been over two thousand years and still no fucking sign,
Sign of a chancer if you fucking ask me,
That's why every year when you die I'm gonna fucking party,
Until your gaff has burned down, you paedo put that child down,
I'll run you nonces from town!
I dishonoured my parents,
Yeah they fucking deserved it cause they had my head wrecked,
From the shame and the guilt they felt,
Because of your da! Yeah he orphaned my ma,
Called my sister a slut, abducted my auntie,
So to get you back I told that stupid nun her life was a lie...
And how I'll envious of her on the day that she dies,
Then absolved her of the sins neglect and pride.

'Our father... who art in heaven?', 'raise that cross high!'
Hell ode...'To Be Thy Name'...behind the moon the sun hides.
'Thy kingdom cometh', a circle of vultures above,
'Thy will be done', reflected in a pool of your blood,
'On earth as it is in heaven', 'is that fucker not dead yet?'
'Give us this day our daily bread',
'Solider pierce his side', we said yeah!
'And forgive us our trespasses', 'oh he's still talking shite...
Are you sure that thorny crown is on tight?'

Great Friday! Yes indeed!
The door is open if you'd like to enter please!
No time for chit chat, let's get on with the show,
If you've no smoke then once we fuck you're gonna have to go!
Forced out some woman's cunt back in '81,
The day was Friday apparently it was Good
Cause some unlucky fuck is getting nailed...
Up on a hill by a school of wails.



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Writer(s): William Noonan
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