Jaldaboath - Bash The Bishop lyrics

Oh Yes! The toll bridge was closed South of the town My kinsmen were barred Even though I wore a crown When I asked for a reason We were told to be submit T'was on the order of the bishop Of Cicestransis Extremely vexed were we At this outrages affront It crossed my mind the bishop Was probably a c*nt We rallied our men from pillaging And plowing up the farms Blast the trumpets loudly A call to their arms Bash the bishop In his head Bash, bash Until he's dead We stormed to the cathedral But he was not to be found A nun we spared the truncheon Claimed he'd gone to ground The earthly smell around us Confirmed these words as true I swore I'd throttle his little neck Until his mitre be blue We chased him to his cloisters Where we found the host had fled Leaving sixteen strappled strumpets Weeping in his bed The choir boy complained About the "Pagan things" he'd done We chased into the night To finish what we'd begun Bash the bishop In his head Bash, bash Until he's dead Bash! Smash! Crash! Dash! Bash! Smash! Crash! Saddle up! We finally caught the miscreant By following the stench He'd been living north of Saddlescoombe Which a rather buxom wench We pled for him To take his punishment like a man But instead he fled to Fulhingm Sulken tears into his hand Bash bash bash! Bash bash bash! Until he's dead