Lyrics

The first God had in his garden From the back, looked like a household pet But when it was twirled 'round Was revealed to be a 3 legged black grey hog See what flows from his mushy pen Garden, garden That person is films on TV 5 years back at least He's the "Young Generation" dancing troupe Trying to perform country and western Do a dance here Never since birth not eaten in a day Never since courtship stayed up some nights He had the 'Kingdom of Evil' book Under a German history book He was contrived like that See what flows from his slushy pen Garden, garden Small, small location on huge continet Sodomized by presumption Contrieved a past revealed at last Godzone, godzone Godzone, godzone (...his ferry stopped at 'Pool port. revealed to be spolit Slate with largesse resource Wild Bill hick, shaves and charts at last, made the second God sad - He's coming up...) Shotgun, shotgun Shotgun, shotgun The best firms advertise the least The second God lives by fountains That flowed by the blue shiny lit roads Had forgot what others still try to grasp He knew the evil of the phone He knew the evil of the phone The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose He's here, he's here, at last I saw him! I swear! On the second floor Up on the brown baize lift shaft He's here! He's here at last! I saw him! I swear! A jew on a motorbike