Hands are shakin'

Got your finger on the trigger

Jesus ain't complainin'

Gonna figure it out

Somebody raped my tapeworm abortion

Come on motherfuckers and deliver the cow

Brain and body melting while there's roaches multiplying

It's the alien infection

It's the coming of Christ

All these sentimental halos

And these consequential angels

When I'm runnin' from the devil

Don't deliver the fight

Johnny sat down beside the old oak tree

Cut off his hand, what did he see

All of the animals are dead

The rats have crawled

Through his house and out through their head

One of them ate a hole in the sky

To believe this would be a fate worse than dying