Catholics

 by Robert Breaker III

copyright 2005

 

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Hell is hot, purgatory too,

If you don't go to Confession,

Satan will grab a hold of you.

On Friday's don't eat meat,

Fish at every meal,

When you see a pretty lady,

Don't try to cop a feel.

Love the blessed lady,

Take the Catholic mass,

Put your faith on them,

And only Jesus last.

 

The Pope is your master,

Of whom you have a few,

You pray (in vain) to your rosary,

And drink a lot of brew.

Oh, some of you are devout,

And true to your faith,

But your religion,

Is nothing but a fake.