We are damned, and we are dead
All God’s children to be sent
Into our perfect place in the sun, In the dirt

There’s a windshield in my heart
We are bugs so smeared and scarred
Could you stop the meat from stinking, before I swallow all of it?

Could you please…

Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up take me
Dress me up and make me your dying God

Angels were needles, poked through our eyes
Let the ugly light world in
We were no longer blind
We were no longer blind

Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up take me
Dress me up and make me your dying God

Now we hold the ugly head
The merry (???) is at the bed
Cast a shadow of our perfect death
In the sun, in the dirt

I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck
Virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity
Red neck burn out mid west mind,
who said date rape isn’t kind?
Porno nation, evaluation what’s this time for segregation
Libido, libido fascination, too much oral defecation
White trash get down on your knees,
time for cake and sodomy
Time for cake and sodomy
(I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck)
VCR’s and vaseline, tv-fucked by plastic queens
Cash in hand and dick on screen,
who said god was ever clean?
Bible-belt round anglio-waste,
putting sinners in their place
Yeah, right, great if you’re so good explain the shit stains on
your face
White trash get down on your knees,
time for cake and sodomy
Time for cake and sodomy