2007: Benedict
1. Benedict 3:46
2. Cake Me In Vomit 3:34
About
Rumours Of Whores dislike organised religion, and feel that moral systems have no place in a world where a system of ethics needs no god to keep tab of who's been naughty and who's been nice. Ratzinger gets on everyone's nerves, but ROW's in particular. We cut the x-rated verse from Benedict, but followed it up with our version of the wonderful Exorcist film. ROW adore Mike Oldfield, but even he would have to agree that 'Cake Me In Vomit' would go wonderfully over the end credits.
Lyrics: Benedict
Libera te tutemet ex delectatio morosa
Lupus non mordet lupum
Radix malorum est cupiditas
Auribus teneo lupum
I'm locked in a palace with hundreds of boys
I think of them all as my personal toys.
Our dress is flamboyant; we like it that way.
Though people have told us it's really quite gay.
Do what I tell you, but not what I do.
If you contradict me I'll get rid of you.
A condom's forbidden; now do as you're told.
You don't have to worry; he's not very old.
Dirty old man, I'm just a dirty old man.
Dirty old man, I'm just a dirty old man.
Und den für sicherheit we have the Swiss Guard.
They do private viewings to show how they're hard.
Their costumes are garish, we know what you'll say.
Oh look at their helmets; how terribly gay.
Spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch;
I like when the young priests all point to their crotch.
The choirboys kneeling give me a strange feeling;
The sight of their young bodies oh so appealing.
It's time for confession, get down on your knees.
Forget what they taught you, it's me you should please.
These morbid desires are perfectly right.
Come here little lost one, let me hold you tight
Lyrics: Cake Me In Vomit
Remember, you were in Georgetown? I came and I saw ya?
Your Mother came to request me; She'd had enough of your doctor
You didn't look to well. In fact, you looked sickly
You shouted to your Mommy, 'Lick me!'
I really wanted to help you. I really wanted to do it
But tell me why you had to go and cake me in vomit
I found the surplice and bible. The old man splashed you with water
You shouted and swore like a trooper. Well your words were quite out of order
The room was so cold, in fact it was freezing
You wanted your Mommy to lick you
Now I know it's not right for a young girl to hover three feet off the bed
But then I found clear inspiration: it was me that you wanted dead
I let you have my soul. You grabbed at the chance
I flew into the night and I licked you.
I really wanted to help you. I really wanted to do it
But tell me why you had to go and cake me in vomit
