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What Would Jesus Do?

BUTANE FUNERAL

Vocalist: Rocket Boy

Abraham Lincoln can make pie with Uncle Don. Grandpa Stan stole the salt and left the TV on. Little Billy is dead. That girl's tits are way fresh. Smoke a doob, pass the shrooms, worship the church of flesh.

In my bed like to sin. Big fork fell takes your head My house bursts into flames: high on crack, stayed in bed. Hearts and stars blackened lung. Some may say I am Ill. Is that Claire all hopped up? Did she take the blue pill?

Drinking beer for my health. Doctor said I just died. Don't know what day it is. Plexiglass - God, I'm fried. Needle stuck in my arm my veins are hard to see. Is that blood in my piss? Flush my life with my pee.

What I see is not real. Drove car through stained glass church. I can't dream anymore. Chocolate sex anal perch. Got tattooed, bitchin' man. Motorbike to my grave. God damn bitch stole my cash that took so long to save.

Got two kids that got lost. Where the fuck are my fags? Government holds me down. Suffocate in those bags. Pictograph from the heart. Medical bills are tough. Sit on me feel, feel my fire, I like my fucking rough.

Grandma likes to suck me, so did little Billy. President Abe was here. New dream: rode a philly. Tommy gun laid down Gramps. All this smoke makes me cough. Butane fumes - get out quick, and turn the TV off.