Whore of Babylon

And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour And decked with gold and precious stones and pearls Having a golden cup in her hand Full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication And upon her forehead was a name written Mystery, Babylon The Great The Mother Of Harlots And Abominations Of The Earth Mystery the Mother of Harlots I am drunken with the blood of the saints Mystery the Mother of Harlots I am drunken with the blood of the saints Drunken with the blood of the saints I am drunken with the blood of the saints Babylon, burst into flames Burst into flames I'd rather be hated and debated than hold the truth back You're jaded, invoking Satan won't help you to get your groove back I'm naked, dancing frustrated The brighter flame has you faded Face it cunt you are dated Taste it cunt thats the flavour I'd rather be hated and debated than hold the truth back You're jaded, invoking Satan won't help you to get your groove back I'm naked, dancing frustrated The brighter flame has you faded Face it cunt you are dated Taste it cunt thats the flavour Cunt thats the flavour Cunt thats the flavour Burst into flame Brust, burst into flame Burst into flame Babylon Burst into flame Burst into flame Babylon Burst into flame Burst into flame Babylon Burst into flame Burst into flame She's in me, she's in me, she's in me Got me drowning as I burst into flame So call me, so call me Got me drowning as I burst into flames So call me, so call me So call me, so call me So call me, so call me So call me, so call me Got me drowning as I burst into flames So call me, so call me And tell me I'm to blame... Mystery the Mother of Harlots I am drunken with the blood of the saints (Burst into flame) Mystery the Mother of Harlots I am drunken with the blood of the saints Drunken with the blood of the saints I am drunken with the blood of the saints (Babylon, she's in me) (She's in me) (She's in me) (She's in me) Got me drowning as I brust into flames Burst, so call me Burst, so call me