Punish The Boy

Written by Douglas Firestein

On the second Sunday
Of every other month
The mayor visits the church
Asking a favor from us

We go to the back room
And he lays upon the desk
The usher locks the door
And the celebration begins

It’s hard to run the town
And the church is lean on funds
So we don’t have any choice
But to do whatever he wants

I drink communion wine
Then piss upon his back
Crumble up the crackers
And sprinkle them on his ass

When a choir boy walks in
We tie him to the chair
So the mayor can stand in his face
Until he licks that pie crust bare

(But why, why, why……..)
Punish the boy?
(Ooh ooh)
Why punish the boy?

On every other Friday
Before a home football game
The team enters the church
And prays for strength to play

In the confessional booth
They put on the helmet
Then remove their uniform
To take pictures I’ll be selling

The people they all ask me
To forgive what they’ve done
And to pray for the quarterback
He’s been playing a little off

I drink communion wine
Then piss upon his back
Crumble up the crackers
And sprinkle them on his ass

When the linebacker walks in
We tie him to the chair
So the quarterback can stand in his face
Until he licks that pie crust bare

(But why, why, why……..)
Punish the boy?
(Ooh ooh)
Why punish the boy?

You think i get off on this
Being corrupt as hell?
Well you’re right I do
Oh well!

(why, why, why……..)
Punish the boy?
(Ooh ooh)
Why punish the boy?