I know you hear the song
Suck off your own today
Poor little you
And your subjects to
I'll not be the wind of your own play
Because the smell of you is pollution to
And I don't work that way
So flip a ride on the broom you hide
Coz God just answered you OK
And here's the click
He said your not worth the trip
On your down under time of day
A little special for you on the subject view
And what God would have me say
He smells your sulfur by the way
So don't take that as a hint OK
Just up and change your underwear I'd say
Coz that's what He told me to say!
