A Catholic Skin

Lyrics

A catholic skin Boneless and, uh, thin Blue fried flesh Fresh as butter Stained and dry When is a week not a wicked week? When flies attack his polished dome His nostrils bleed into a cup, a cup A perfect catholic skin Skin, skin! Da da daa... A catholic skin Boneless anglican Blue fried flesh Fresh as butter Stained and dry When is a week not a wicked week? When flies attack his polished dome His nostrils bleed into a cup, a cup A perfect catholic gin Gin, gin!