Cross eyed
blurred lipped
windows slurred and creased
A screaming red froth comes forth from our insides
and we all make a point to not mention our back sides
And we want all you assholes
with those "humble" attires to realize
that you cannot possibly get any higher
And we all die in vain . . .
The pain of surrender still fresh in our minds
And I know for a fact that no matter our belief
or how well we live out our lives in His name
We will all still have the gruesome pleasure
of going out with the "bang"
of His cock in our asses.