There is woman - pie in here Mr. evangelist says...
Worn and gnawn A little hole Just a small hole...
This time it's the truth This time nothings gonna fall...
Ah fed vixo on ev'ry fear 'n' fret 'n' phobia...
Right! Big-jesus soul-mates trash-can Fucking rotten business this Both feet...
In our yard How many chickens can we count On...
Blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm Smothered in mud at...
Gun wears his alcoholism well Finger in bottle and swingin'...
Well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored...
Inanimational items elude i, and In-an-emotional-motion i swallow my Motive...