Look Your Honour, This is what happened:
So there I was anyway, right? And I was in Church,
right? I was in local church, because I, I'd just come back from
Benidorm, and I needed to confess some sins.
So, I was looking for a priest to confess some sins to,
minding my own business,
and anyway, across the way there's this little schoolboy,
teenager,
looking at me pure smart,
looking—making funny faces,
like I'm a fool.
So I leaned into his ear and I said,
Fight me at Mass.
Fight me at Mass, in front of the class,
Lent is upon us and I don't want to fast,
Fight me at Mass, It'll be a mad laugh,
Scars across your face from the bishop's staff,
Fight me at Mass, I won't let you pass,
Embrace me in anger and smash the stained glass,
Fight me at Mass, abide by the pact,
Bloody your knuckles in front of Father McGragh,
Fight me at Mass, let's have a clash,
Your soul isn't cleansed until you hit me a lash,
Make the most of the Holy Ghost,
Put it on your tongue and entertain your host,
Wear it on your clothes to scare your folks,
Let's all hear it for the Holy Ghost–
Hip, Hip, Hooray!
Hip, Hip, Hooray!
Fight me at Mass, I won't take it outside,
I want to kick you in the face with Christ by my side
Fight me at Mass, and we'll break all our promises,
The heavyweight champs, ecclesiastical adonises,
Fight me at Mass, let's settle the score,
Blood upon the tabernacle, sweat upon the floor,
Fight me at Mass, break me in half,
Parishioners are offered it, they're betting in cash,
Fight me at Mass, 'cause our souls are lost,
We're paying the cost to get Himself up off the cross,
Make the most of the Holy Ghost,
Put it on your tongue and entertain your host,
Wear it on your clothes to scare your folks,
Let's all hear it for the Holy Ghost—
Hip, Hip, Hooray!
Hip, Hip, Hooray!
Who's going to win, Michael?
Give them a voice—
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