No longer, no longer will I
Be your pig, to slaughter
Be your pig, to slaughter
No longer, no longer

Grovel low, grovel low
Let your knees kiss the pavement
My body knows, my body knows the feeling
It's made for worship, I'm a whore bitch

No longer, no longer
No longer, no longer

Don't be the church that hates you
Be the butcher, be the whore
Don't be the church that hates you
Be the butcher, be the whore

No longer, no longer, no longer