Black Shuck E

In a town In the east, uh, The parishioners were faced into the ball By a curious priest. Ooh. And his eyes, not much but one and sure Of the sun. And the prospect of the immediate loss of the Church was, ooh, it was a coming undone. Black church, Black church, black church, Black church. We're church. We're gonna give funk. Flames licked 'round the sacred spire. When the communications last went out at first, It was a ghostly fire, ooh. As the flaming priest stepped into the firing line Of a business and there'd be more to spare. Connie took his life, ooh, during the coming undone. Black church, black church, black church. We're gonna give you funk, black church. Black church, black church, We're gonna give you funk. Ooh. And then the sea of dim orange light Surrounds the crimson pool as he takes one more Fatal swipe at the library door. Black church, church, church, church. We're gonna give you funk, black church. Black church, black Church. We're Gonna give you Funk.