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 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! You killing me, what? Ok! You killing me, what? Ok! Ok! Tornado! Tornado! Oh my god I just lost my house My car (Yeah!) My kids and wife I'm gonna die! I get off your mind (Repeated) Pope Sexy, Pope Sexy (Repeated)