One, two, three, four
Here's the church
And here's the steeple
Open it up and see all the bad people
Doing bad, bad things to each other
Bad things to their friends, to their lovers
And look at you
Ms. Independence
Once a victim, now you get your vengeance
On the bad, bad people
Who did a bad, bad thing
Oh
Oh, you're a devil, woman
Oh, I'm a fucking saint
Yes, it's a simplistic position
Oh, is nothing sacred
Oh, is nothing safe
You say you didn't sign up for an inquisition
But where were you?
And where was he?
What did you do and what did he get to see?
He saw a bad, bad woman
Who did a bad, bad thing
And did you like it?
Did he get his?
Did no one tell you what true love is?
It's not a couple good hours
Making a bad man sing
Oh
Oh, you're a devil, woman
Oh, I'm a fucking saint
Yes, it's a simplistic position
Oh, is nothing sacred
Oh, is nothing safe
You say that you resent the opposition
But if there's no such thing as bad
How else explain what people to do?
And now you're stomping on my dreams
My love sometimes it seems
There's nothing bad except for you
Oh, you're a devil woman
Oh, I'm a fucking saint
Yes, it's a simplistic position
Oh, is nothing sacred
Oh, is nothing safe
You say I've got a morbid disposition
But here's the church
And here's the steeple
Open it up
And see all the bad people