Fifteen years
Since grammar school
And I still got the scars;
When I see 'em on the street
Try to hit 'em with my car.
Hope I catch one late at night
On the convent steps:
Treat 'em like the Red Chinese,
Make 'em choke
On their rosary beads.

I still hate the nuns;
I still hate the nuns.
And I won't be satisfied
Till I get 'em all outside
And put 'em up against a wall.

Think of what
They did to my friends,
And what they did to me!
They got away with anything
In 1963.
It's a vendetta Bernadette,
Veronica, Marie:
I see black, I see white —
C'mon let's rip
This church tonight

I still hate the nuns...

In the Middle Ages,
When they were thick as fleas,
One false word in confession
And the priest
Would let them burn
The girls like me.
Thank God it's a new age;
My kind's on the top.
I've got matches,
I've got the gas:
Catch a few
On their way to Mass.

I still hate the nuns...

Mike Enright, c. 1980