72 or 3 Wide Eyed Virgins

Stained glass girl with your make-up on Come down, have some communion Fornicate with the gods we made Transubstantiated champagne I'm not upset that you couldn't last Feels so good when it's flesh on flesh I'm not upset that you couldn't last Feels so good when it's flesh on flesh Pile of bricks that used to be mosque Holy books scattered and lost Let the gospel wither in the wind Computer prophets fill the blanks in I'm not upset that you couldn't last Feels so good when it's flesh on flesh I'm not upset that you couldn't last Feels so good when it's flesh on flesh And if you're not mad let me cum inside Feels so good to run away and hide And if you're not mad let me cum inside Feels so good to run away and hide