Jesus Girl, Please Beg For Mercy

Jesus Girl, please beg for mercy

Did it hurt, when you came through my door,
I'd grabbed your hair, threw you to the floor,
I had really hoped you would forgive me,
Now tied to that chair, I'll hope you see,
That I am so glad I killed your sister
And when I saw your Gran I didn't miss her.

So Jesus Girl, please beg for mercy

It's with your blood I'll now wet my whistle,
your sister was just, mostly, gristle
Her skin was chewy, her muscle tough,
Perhaps I didn't cook her enough?
And now you cry and scream out why,
I'll explain the facts... at least I'll try.

Now Jesus Girl, please beg for mercy

And it really should come as no surprise,
as I expose now all your dirty lies.
You pretend you're good, it makes me mad,
'cos like us all, deep down you're bad.
You've been doing things you shouldn't of ought to,
like taking pictures of your daughter,
and beating down on your poor husband,
in the eyes of god, you'd said you loved him.
Will the congregation want you near,
when I tell all I think they should hear,
like the fact you are a dirty whore,
in your mouth, in your back door,
for good money you'll lay on your back,
just to buy another bag of crack.
Holier than us, better than we are,
yet you gets your kicks in the back seat of a car?
I'll gouge your eyes, cut off your legs,
ignoring all those pitiful begs,
I'll hurt you like I've hurt no other,
For your nasty ways I'll make you suffer.

So Jesus Girl, please beg for mercy

'Cos in the end, you'll know so well,
that there is no heaven, there is no hell,
As Jesus Girl, there's nothing higher,
'cos tonight my dear, I'm your Messiah.