Okay boys and girls, let's go

Alright



Another wretched morning

A wretched october day

No sound of angels in the trees

Christmas is far away

Yeah, listen, what's this?

The televoice starts whipping round

The vision comes today

And this is what the voice declaims

It's to megatherion's birthday!



Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass

Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!

I said

Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass

Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!

One more time

Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass

Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!



Well you can take your three wise kings, your manger sheep, and hey!

And I'm gonna tell you why, too

Cause the thelema-boys are taking over with the tidings of the beast's birthday



Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass

Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!

I said

Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass

Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!

One more time

Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass

Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!



Crowleymass, crowleymass

See the little children at crowleymass

Their faces full of awe



And they don't get no shitty dolls and trains and stuff like that

No, they just get the book of the law



Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass

Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!

I said

Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass

Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!



Well you can take your reincarnation, transsubstantiation and your papal kiss

Cause I'm with a beast in beastly bliss

And all I want is copulation!

Oh darling!

And there ain't no grace, there ain't no guilt

Cause this is the law, do what thou wilt

The name is crowley, it rhymes with holy

It isn't crowley, that rhymes with fouly, eeewww



Well you can take your reincarnation, transubstantiation and your papal kiss

Cause I'm with a beast in beastly bliss

And all i want is good old-fashioned copulation!