Pope it's time to wake up To another day of lies The floor is not a hamper Take a look at your life Sitting in your chair Telling the world what you think You're a puppet to a god That you never get to see Who cares if your hate is stupid Put it on And Tell the world That the Vatican is a sin Where you and your posse pretend That your little brown boys Don't get touched By you old white men (By you Old white men) I get off to our mind Mind most every other night You don't know anything Cos you already know That I'm sexier than the pope Ali-oop One two three four Pope it's time to die Time to wallow in your lies You're nothing but a sinner Plain ignorance for the winners You're a liar and a cheat And you cannot face defeat We have you surrounded And we will not be beat I'll take a shit in your crown I'll pray to the ground Why such a fetish For robes and for gowns I stay true to my sound I grope like a clown you can't see me Cos I'm on the ground (I'm underground) I get off to our mind Mind most every other night You don't know anything Cos you already know That I'm sexier than the pope Ali-oop One two three four I get off to our mind Mind most every other night You don't know anything Cos you already know That I'm sexier than the pope Ali-oop One two three four You killing me, what? Ok! You killing me, what? Ok! Ok! I get off your mind (Repeated) Pope Sexy, Pope Sexy (Repeated)