Goddess of Love Songtext
von The Twelve Canons

Our goddess of love
She wraps around you
Fits like a glove
An angel from above

Our little angel of rape
Our lady of perpetual disgrace
has offered you a taste

Look who it is
Give us a kiss
No you can′t resist
I won't ask, I′ll insist
Just spread those lips


Our sheriff of lust
Deputizing each of us
to betray a private trust

Our patron saint of hatred
The guilt, the shame, you're naked
Disgraceful, obscene, you're a mess

What have you done?
I hope you had fun
′cause you fucked quite a ton
and quite frankly, I′m stunned

Now would you please come...
What?
...with me?