The Papal Kidnapping

In a candlelit apartment they prepared Checking the arsenal, counting the ammo And five figures slipped into the night With guns and knives Just half a squad but they assaulted the Vatican Italian rebels with a horrible bloodlust Sadistic surgeons, out for the cancer Their stolen AK-47s made a splendid noise Lighting the night with killing fire Unsuspecting Swiss Guards cut down like dolls Halberdiers strewn about beautiful marble Their blood splattered on 15th century sculptures Now they’ve got him, the Holy Bastard Hauled away with a sack on his head They tie the fuck to a chair and administer a beating Lashed to the seat with barbed wire The spreader of Judean filth is bleeding Flayed with a bull whip because he wants to be like Jesus Nails put through his hands because he wants to be like Jesus Life’s agonies are taken out on him They watch the old man’s eyes roll as they pound his fucking skull They take turns with a hockey stick Bashing his brains, they curse while they beat him And they carve obscenities in his flesh with a pocket knife The authorities are searching but they can’t find the Pope His captors heat coins on a fire and throw them at his face And power drill through his kneecaps They collect the blood in cups and pour it on his head Hours are spent holding matches to his skin And injecting random liquids into his veins In time the building is surrounded but the torture goes on Two man the guns while the others jeer at His Shittiness Epic hostage crisis, the world is watching The slap the Pope on television 300 million eyes watch them escape with their prize A shotgun presses to the holy neck His torture will go on