Lyrics

Belching into the atmosphere, new erections still the same as those filthy fucking old ones Now its known there is no heaven on this shore or Any other damn shore for that matter Shit-sucking kings and ass-licking peasants with Their foreign tongues licking someone's foreign affair Only because signs show that we must fly from here Shave that matted faux fur suit Hey incarceration generation Now listen to what the preacher has to say about life, but Don't listen to what the man of faith has to say about petty details like death and despair Haven't you heard yet? No one listens to anyone anyhow Take that aimless aim and let it rip Open fire when you hit the shore Relax, its only the smell of some sea men Fire! Hand-me-down hamburger