Sugarbabe, honeybee   Jelly Roll, my sweet pea   Other names, they guess at who you be   So just taste and see it is good   Taste and see it is good      Holy morning, child of God   Just returning from the land of nod   Just returning from where we’ve been   With a taste of sin and back again   I’ve got you on your back again      Son and daughter, lambs for the slaughter   Abattoir altar boy and girl      Little stain on bended knee   Little pain for the ecstasy   Little flesh hanging down from that tree   Taste and see it is good   Taste and see it is good      Son and daughter, lambs for the slaughter   Abattoir altar boy and girl   Abattoir altar boy and girl   Son and daughter, lambs for the slaughter   Abattoir altar boy and girl