Angry Neurotic Catholics
Aahh!
I'm suffering from depression
The anger turned within
What do I gain for all my pain?
Perhaps a seat in heaven?
Check it out
Don't do what you want
Do what you're taught is right
Your life is built on paranoia and guilt
Don't forget your Valium tonight
The agony I must endure, my mind is painful and swells
The punishment for what I've done is forever the pains of hell
How come what is natural has to be a sin?
Why would God give me this urge if I cannot give in?
They say don't give up, that Jesus loves me
But there's some things he doesn't forgive
I know I have sinned and am therefore worthless
And I don't deserve to live
I went down to my basement confused and depressed
Put Black Sabbath on
Razor blade in hand, a Wilkinson I think
Ten slashes on each arm
My only wrong doing was being born human and following my instincts
I never was happy, I never was sane so I shall be extinct
The growing pool of crimson, at last I am pure
Witness my sanguineous penance
I don't need anyone, my soul's been set free
Death is total independence
Stand up straight
Stomach in
Shoulders back
Sound of
Angry neurotic Catholics
Angry neurotic Catholics
(It's a sin)
It's not a sin
It's not a sin, shut up fucker
Angry neurotic Catholics
Angry neurotic Catholics
(It's a sin, it's a sin)
It's not a sin, it's not a sin
Shut up, shut up
Get out of my head, get out
Get out
Angry neurotic Catholics
It's a sin
I'm suffering from depression
The anger turned within
What do I gain for all my pain?
Perhaps a seat in heaven?
Check it out
Don't do what you want
Do what you're taught is right
Your life is built on paranoia and guilt
Don't forget your Valium tonight
The agony I must endure, my mind is painful and swells
The punishment for what I've done is forever the pains of hell
How come what is natural has to be a sin?
Why would God give me this urge if I cannot give in?
They say don't give up, that Jesus loves me
But there's some things he doesn't forgive
I know I have sinned and am therefore worthless
And I don't deserve to live
I went down to my basement confused and depressed
Put Black Sabbath on
Razor blade in hand, a Wilkinson I think
Ten slashes on each arm
My only wrong doing was being born human and following my instincts
I never was happy, I never was sane so I shall be extinct
The growing pool of crimson, at last I am pure
Witness my sanguineous penance
I don't need anyone, my soul's been set free
Death is total independence
Stand up straight
Stomach in
Shoulders back
Sound of
Angry neurotic Catholics
Angry neurotic Catholics
(It's a sin)
It's not a sin
It's not a sin, shut up fucker
Angry neurotic Catholics
Angry neurotic Catholics
(It's a sin, it's a sin)
It's not a sin, it's not a sin
Shut up, shut up
Get out of my head, get out
Get out
Angry neurotic Catholics
It's a sin
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Writer(s): Peter Thomas Steele
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