The hounds of hell are unleashed by zealots who want my skin for breakfast.
And when they gnash into my flesh, I'll forgive them even as I said I would
But that doesn't mean I won't fight, that I have no survivial instinct
I would grab one by the shoulders, throw it on it''s back and jab my knife
Into it's belly and cut it open.
I like to see pieces of a living thing scattered about
Because I am guilty, like all original sinners
And I could be a serial killer or a jihadist
Or a soldier or a freedom fighter
But I'd rather be a gypsy, and take your wallet when you aren''t looking
Sing you song
And sell your daughter into slavery
You capitalist pig
I want universal health care because
I'm tired of granting Medicaid
To crank-dried twats raising their future serial killers
Putting firecrackers in the asses of cats
And flocking to the beach in portable shelter
To stink up every corner of nature
In a way that makes Exxon blush
Come, Michael, explain how Roger made her take speed while she was pregnant!
Tell me how Dick Clark made him kill that prostitute!
Let's take them all to the coast and tell them there's a free meal in the ocean
Because I am the chosen one, and I want my life back
You condescending son of a bitch
I'll lecture you til you get it right
Because Jesus told me to,
And Jesus can damn Pascal.