Chanson du Jour: Unclean

You, you're unclean
You, you're obscene
You may think that you are holy
You may say you're the only
But you, you're obscene
To me, to me, to me
You sit there lying through your holy book
You tell us all we should take a look
I saw your lies
I know your spies
I've seen you play your games
I know your name
You, you're unclean
You, yes, you're obscene