Dullard skipping down the street
Whistling to a tuneless beat
Tripping over his own feet
He falls into a hole
A stinking sewage hole
To his mind, his simple mind
His god lives here, lives right inside
He smells the piss, the sulfur pit
His yawning god is breathing shit
Just a mundane sewage tank
Cracked open and very rank
Cretin thinks his god's awake
Thinks he's found his home
His very smelly home
Make us laugh, you silly man
As you worship this wretched land
And shave your head like monks of old
Then sacrifice things to your hole
Brings it little animals
Until the pit is almost full
Feels the gassy brimstone pull
Then he crawls inside
So horrible inside
Then repairmen come to fix
They fill it with shovels and picks
And just as cretin sees his god
Heaven goes mysteriously dark
