the sins of sinnin' - the bishop and the queen...

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they don’t know
no, don’t nobody know
don’t nobody know where she live
an' what they wouldn’t give
to know where she live
but all they know is what they see
what they wanna see
what i let ‘em see
and that ain’t much
what i let ‘em see
cause they don’t know
that place she live
she live with me there
she live with me here
in that place
that secret place
deep down inside
that place that don’t wear no purty face
not all the time it don’t
no, it don’t
cause it’s filled with all that sin
sin so full’a sin ain’t no tellin’ where it’s been
sin so old it don’t know where to begin
no, they don’t know what sin is till they been where i been
and they don’t know that they’s all kinds’a sin
yeah, there’s all kinds’a sin
they’s that sin that’s done with a thing called evil intent
you know tha’ kind
now, don’t say that you don’t
cause you do
you do too know that kinda sin
the kind where satan does his dirty dance
has you all in a trance
and the gods ain’t gonna give you a second chance
not another dance
that kinda sin
now i ain’t sayin’ that all ya’ll done it
sinned with evil intent
i’m just saying you KNOW it
but wait now
you there, mister, yeah, you
you!
you screamin’ and hollerin’
that you ain’t nev’a done nothin’ like that
that you ain’t no jeffrey dohmer, you say
nothin’ like him! 
you ain’t no hitler
why, you’re a god-fearin’ man, are you
but ain’t you that bishop in that hell-fire and brimstone church
where all them good christians go
to see what ever’body else is wearin’ on a sundey
where you go and pay somebody good money
to tell you about what a no-good sorry heathen you are
and tell you you’re gonna burn in hell, you sorry filth!
well, see, now, i can save you a lot’ta all that money
cause i know what kinda sorry filth you are
you’re that same fine-church bishop
that left your little do-good christian wife
and your perfect little born-ag’in kids
in your perfect little christian home
an’ knocked on my door one fine day
you ‘member that day, christian bishop?
you ‘member that day you done knocked on my door
with your little basket of all them goodies
all them sticky sweet little goodies for my babies
you ‘member them, don’cha?  you should
you was wearin’ some of them sticky sweet little goodies
when you left my house
and you ‘member what you said to me
‘bout that basket of goodies for my little babies
how all i had’ta do was give you some’a my own “sweet stuff”
and my babies could have all them goodies
yeah, some’a my sweet stuff swapped for food for my babies
you ‘member now, bishop
i bet’cha do
now you do
but i bet you nev’‘a even thought of it at all since then
did’chu

no, i know you didn’t
an’ i bet you didn’t never even worry ‘bout bein’ found out
did’ja, bishop
cause who was gonna believe me anyway
after all you were that do-gooder god-fearin’ bishop
in that big ‘ole cathedral the size of mt rainer
an’ me
well, now, i weren’t nobody at all
not to you
or none’a them other do-gooders
an’ none’a this matters now does it
not to you
but, see,  you’re one’a them
yes, you are
one’a them sinners
them with all that evil intent
one’a the worst of ‘em
sinners with evil intent
an’ you can’t go denyin’ what you done that day
cause jest lik’a bad dream, here i am, right in yo’r face
but what!  what!  you didn’t hurt nobody!
you didn’t kill nobody!
well, now, see, that’s just wha’chu think!
cause, just like sinnin’ they’s all kinds’a dyin’
and all kinds’a hurt, mister bishop!
they didn’t teach you that in your fancy church school
an’ that day, you done both of’em
hurtin’ and killin’
yeah, you heard me
you done’em both that day
you
you and your dastardly deed
yeah, you done’em both
when you slithered up behind me that day
you done’em both when you defiled my body
you done’em both when you pulled your venomous weapon
all tucked away under that church cloak of self-rightousness
yeah, you done’em both, bishop
you done’em both
you attempted the murder of my soul
of my spirit of my me
an' you killed a part of me
yeah, you did
you killed
a part'a my heart
that part'a my heart
that had believed in good
in bein’ good to others
you hurt me in ways i ain’t nev’a been hurt before
and i ain’t been hurt since
you dishonored the souls of my precious babies
when you committed your wanton act upon their momma
and you attempted the massacre of my babies
my innocent babies my hungry babies
when you attached the nourishment of their physical bodies
to this heinous act against they momma
but yo’r worst deed, bishop
tha’ very worst deed of yours
tha'chu committed that day
that fine day
was the committin’ of all that sin in the presence of my babies
wha’chu done to me was one thang
but wha’chu done to my little ones
now that’s somethin’ else
an’ for that
well, now for that, bishop, the’y ain’t enough fire in all’a hell to punish you
no, sir - the’y jus’ ain’t enough fire in hell
now, don’t git me wrong!  no, sir!
i’m not sayin’ that i’m any different than you
any better - no, sir - i’m not
cause in one split second of your dirty act
in one split second
i myself was right there with you
right there on the brink'a that dark abyss
starrin’ that evil monster right square in the eye
you see, in that moment of time stood still
so did my heart
my kind and gentle heart
an’ that other heart’a mine took over
it began to beat to such ancient drums
as to scare even me
it beat so loud i scarce could hear you scream
an' holler and curse when i bit into your scrawny flesh
like a starvin’ lioness gnashin’ her teeth into its prey
blood turnin' your lily white skin crimson
as the sinful act you were committin'
yeah, i was right there alright
right there on the abyss of sin
that kind’a sin i been talkin’ ‘bout, bishop
sin with evil intent
cause in that split second on the abyss
part'a me wanted
even prayed for
your life to end
i mean, to END
for your own heart to stop it’s race against time
for all time
yeah, i wanted to defile yo'r flesh alright
with a speedin' silver vessel of my own rightousness
i wanted the walls'a your gold and marble cathedral to collapse ‘round you
the walls of hell fire and brimstone to fall down upon you
to rise up under you
extinguishin’ for all time the venom of your satan’s serpent
an' yo'r dark evil heart
so, there you have it, bishop
my own little story of that ‘ole thang called sin
you know tha’ kind now, don'cha?
 tha’ kind committed with all'a that evil intent

now, tha’y ain’t no need for you to be sittin’ round here listenin’
to me rave an’ rant no more
you go on an’ git up outta here
cause you know that other one that live here with me
here in tha’ heart of me
deep down inside the me’a me
well, now, see, she ain’t so nice as me
an’ she might jest step right up’n’out
an’ blow yo’r sweet ass ta' kingdom come
cause she ain’t nice as me
an’ she ain’t gonna take yo’r shit no more

no, she ain’t, bishop
no, she ain’t

‘sides, she’s tha’ queen
an’ you
well, you j’st the bishop