The Whore Of God

Saw you standing on the street corner
Well you were waiting
And that you can't deny
You say your last john was peculiar
He moved in a mysterious way

But a kiss on the lips
Is far too much for anyone
So kneel and pray and pray some more
You're the whore of god

In the sky there are so many stars
And you can count them
When you're getting bored
Sold your soul and it was glorious
But now you're frightened
'cause he wants still more

But a kiss on the lips
Is far too much for anyone
So kneel and pray until you're sore
You're the whore of god

The whore of god

You're the whore of god