Hell like Mather he keens
And of slatterns he’ll prate
His sweaters lackin’ sleeves
He ain’t no fashion plate
And he would drag us back to use of stocks

He’s a seventeenth century pox
He’s got seventeenth century ’dox’

In gear, stokes fear
Cheers for the year that Rocks*
He’s a seventeenth century pox oh yeah!

That obscene man tool
Thrust through a hitched lady gate
In his mind the rule
It’s just to procreate
Don’t like these times
Give gals chastity locks

He’s a seventeenth century pox
Give gals seventeenth century frocks

His worldview’s locked up
Inside a Mather box

He’s a seventeenth century pox oh yeah
Seventeenth century stocks oh yeah
Get them teens chastity locks
He would censor freedom with his ’dox’

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