Lyrics

Satan shows up on tv, every sunday morning I would've kissed her once again, but I found her rather boring To listen to his messages, is like licking razor blades Seems everytime I play my hands, shit's coming up in spades My clothing's nothing but miss-matched As you can see, I broke my arm The fucker swore to take care of me, but he only brought me harm The blueberries on my toast, are red, and stale, and rotten You ask me what all their names were, it's guaranteed, I've forgotten If only she can anticipate, the damage that's begun I would've caught the flight with her, but I'm too tired to run When you find my naked body, please, do heed my warning Satan shows up on tv, every sunday morning