We praise the lord and praise the queen And nothing can stand in between We pray to Christ who's our sheppard - the better lord The queen has spoken loud and clear My Christ's in sorrow and in fear Death angels hang out of my throat - for a better God My lord, my lord come pray to Christ Take one for me and one for lust And if sometimes eht end is near There will be no Christ, no queen, no fear Just our lord somewhere in hell in menstrual nights with a body swelled