The Ill-Fitting Garibaldis - Dark Church lyrics

There's a place out of town, feared by all men For there worships demons, beasts and Master McWren; He is the pope of Lucifer's Church He doesn't take communion: Unless you're in a hearse! He's the leader of the: Dark Church, Dark Church! Don't you be roaming the streets after dark, Ghosts and Master McWren will be on your trail; They'll hunt you down They'll cut you up: A sacrifice to the underworld Your body in a cup! You're the victim of the: Dark Church, Dark Church! Wanna fight the Lord? Want to live a life of sin? The Dark Church's crypt Is the place to begin; Down there Master McWren Will start the ceremony Once you're in there's no out, It ain't no party! It's your Christening in the: Dark Church, Dark Church! Join Master McWren in the: Dark Church, Dark Church!