Aborted Jesus
Текст песни Molesting The Wounded

I read in the papers
You lost your legs in Iraq
Under your bed, I play with my sack

At the stroke of midnight
I reach my hand up to touch
Your immobile body
And your festering stumps

I apply anesthesia
So you can't tell
I sliced off your nipples
They'll look great on my belt

Molesting the Wounded
At the VA Hospital
Molesting the Wounded
I can't be controlled
Molesting the Wounded
I've gotta touch them all

With every war i want them more
Molest!