Okay boys and girls, let's go   Alright      Another wretched morning   A wretched october day   No sound of angels in the trees   Christmas is far away   Yeah, listen, what's this?   The televoice starts whipping round   The vision comes today   And this is what the voice declaims   It's to megatherion's birthday!      Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass   Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!   I said   Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass   Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!   One more time   Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass   Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!      Well you can take your three wise kings, your manger sheep, and hey!   And I'm gonna tell you why, too   Cause the thelema-boys are taking over with the tidings of the beast's birthday      Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass   Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!   I said   Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass   Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!   One more time   Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass   Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!      Crowleymass, crowleymass   See the little children at crowleymass   Their faces full of awe      And they don't get no shitty dolls and trains and stuff like that   No, they just get the book of the law      Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass   Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!   I said   Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass   Cause we're the heralds of crowleymass!      Well you can take your reincarnation, transsubstantiation and your papal kiss   Cause I'm with a beast in beastly bliss   And all I want is copulation!   Oh darling!   And there ain't no grace, there ain't no guilt   Cause this is the law, do what thou wilt   The name is crowley, it rhymes with holy   It isn't crowley, that rhymes with fouly, eeewww      Well you can take your reincarnation, transubstantiation and your papal kiss   Cause I'm with a beast in beastly bliss   And all i want is good old-fashioned copulation!