I Don't Hate Fags, God Does - All Leather

Wait a second, God’s last name really isn’t Damn It?

Does he smell like cheese to you?

Does he like hospital food?

Did he let his meat loaf?

It tastes dull like dog shit

I don’t accept wooden coins

Don’t call me, I’ll call you

I always eat supper before I say grace

I can see some skid marks on his forehead

So tell me why freedom fries still come with his salty shake?

Why don’t you do something with those chapped lips?

Use that old piss pump down in Douche Can Alley

I always eat supper before I say grace

Egg sucker

Cheap fucker

Easter bunny, weighs ten pounds with greasy chin

Friend of some bastard child

Eats boiled crows

Sucks his own toes, and nobody knows

Sucking eggs, spreading his legs

Goes from his asshole to his dinner table hiding all his wooden coins

In every god damn hole

Goes from his asshole to his dinner table hiding all his wooden coins

In every god damn hole

Goes from his asshole to his dinner table hiding all his wooden coins

In every god damn hole

Goes from his asshole to his dinner table hiding all his wooden coins

In every god damn hole

Ease off the salami dry-land sailor

Drive your ducks to a puddle, and watch them drown

Ease off the salami dry-land sailor

HA HA HA!