Nuns With Guns
Nuns With Guns
Sister Agnes blessed us with a slap
Every time we talked or answered back
It was like the hand of God reached down from heaven
To numb the face, to see the error of our ways
Shock waves and stars felt with every blow
Nuns leave no marks or evidence or clues that show
Being black robed ninjas through and through
They become invisible when they shoot
As time passes, nuns grow older, wear dark glasses
Grow beards, thick ugly hairy under arms and smoke cigars
Carry weapons to class and church
Become bolder in their goals to convert the wicked
Nuns with guns become more vicious
It is the style of the day
They hide rifles under long black gowns
Next to the rosaries, used to strangle the young and dumb
You can never have enough ammunition according to the nuns
Say two Our Fathers, three Hail Mary’s and pray
Make a good act of contrition
We'll send you on your way
God blesses everyone
Nuns gun down the evil in need of exorcism
In keeping with the Catechism
Blessing Father, Son and Holy Spirit
Before unloading in the victim
More holes can only make you holy in the end
Nuns with guns have more fun
That's what they say while spraying everyone
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