Moist Around The Edges - All Leather

In came a limping dude named Jesus, all lop-eared

Losing his lunch.

You know him, the dirt eater

From the dirt farm

He cleaned the dishes with his long thin stream of piss

Everyone looked, as if they could not help it and

The dogs ate their dinner, his left over lunch

WOW!

Oh, who cares?

They want fur to fly and the sky to remain blue

The dogs eat dinner, some left over lunch

Everyone looks as if they can not really help it

Then they hear sounds of wailing children

Call it lunchmeat.

Then they pass out while

Cockroaches smoke and drink the piss

Now I know people will believe anything

Eat the meat and go get pregnant

Pregnant!

Some dude rides in on a beat brownish donkey while

Bone marinates where he pays to park it

Bone marinates where they wash the dishes

And the donkey likes to take a leak

He thinks its cool while they all drink up

Filled by his long thin stream of piss

Now you know people will believe anything

And he rides off on the damn donkey

As the dogs ask the dude, «So what’s this knob do?»