There is woman - pie in here Mr. evangelist says...
Right! Big-jesus soul-mates trash-can Fucking rotten business this Both feet...
Ah fed vixo on ev'ry fear 'n' fret 'n' phobia...
This time it's the truth This time nothings gonna fall...
Worn and gnawn A little hole Just a small hole...
Inanimational items elude i, and In-an-emotional-motion i swallow my Motive...
Well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored...
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'...