When my sausage factory closed, all of my workers lost their homes And as the economy fell on its back, I blew my life savings on whores and crack So I joined my ex-employees under the bridge where they taught me The art of huffing fermented shit, and the day I made my own body waste batch, An immaculate hobo savior was hatched
I am your God - Adorn me with sausages I am your lord - Go forth find sausages
Indeed my jenkum showed my workers the light, so they followed my orders And robbed butcher shops at night A cardboard box was no temple for a rotten shit messiah So they built me a sausage altar to receive my sacramental doo-doo jambalaya.
I am your God - Adorn me with sausages I am your lord - Go forth find sausages
Breathe deep my heavenly slop
My corporate life I had failed; addiction gripped me, all hope had sailed Good karma kicked in; my pain had passed When sweet brown communion sprung forth from my ass
When I became constipated, my congregation fell to their knees And prayed for a movement on seagull foot rosary beads But as the months passed and I approached death, My loyal followers said, "Fuck it" And switched over to meth.
Abandoned - Forgotten - Betrayed - Begotten
I am your God - Adorn me with sausages I am your lord - Go forth find sausagesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
