I am the god of fuck I am the god of fuck Virgins sold in quantity Herded by heredity Redneck burnout, Mid-West mind Who said date rape isn't kind?
If I had time to kill the world I'd try Ohh, no, but I'm busy, killing me I don't have time to build a suicide Because the snowman melts in spring The
Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake Grow in our kitchens in the pies we bake Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies Twisting our guts, melt our spine
