v stone the crows + fuck the pigs + pass the ammunition to jesus- the holy ghost in mohawk hair has crept in every fucking where, ten tons of the babes foreskin + fifty-thousand skeletons of jesus. army of jesus. tho’ the world ate all your shits they’re still allowed to starve the turin shroud can’t cover up your evil-smelling cloud deliver us from jesus, forever + ever, bloody men.
