| When I was a young choirboy
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| I’d go into a pew
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| And those old choirmasters
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| You know what they would do
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| And after they had had with me
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| Had their evil way
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| They took me in the confessional
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| And this is what they’d say
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| If you’re not interfered with as a child
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| Then you haven’t lived
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| The priest would follow after
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| How he’d follow through
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| He’d stick it into me so hard
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| My face it would turn blue
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| And after he had had with me
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| Had his evil way
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| He took me in the confessional
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| And this is what he’d say
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| If you’re not interfered with as a child
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| Then you haven’t lived
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| Well come the priests' convention
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| I’d get mighty sore
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| Those priests would all stick it in
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| The blood from me would pour
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| And after they had all gangbanged me
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| Their organs they’d all play
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| Then they’d sing the harmony
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| And this is what they’d say:
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| If you’re not interfered with as a child
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| Then you haven’t lived
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| Well now I am an old man
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| And I too took the vow
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| And those young choirboys whooaar
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| How I love them how
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| And after I have had with them
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| Had my evil way
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| I take them in the confessional
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| And this is what I say
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| If you’re not interfered with as a child
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| Then you haven’t lived … |