The Master Has A Butt — текст песни (Gwar)

I`m thinking I was once a baby
Birthed deep within the Master`s bowels
Shat across the cosmos, banished to this mudball
But I crave vengence, I`m not throwing in the towel
Well I said I`m sorry but you slapped me back down
I`m just a Sunday morning turd coming down
Stare into the inky blackness I swear I think you`ll find him there
With over grown cuticles, and an asteroid belt I said now sonny,
de does not give a damn
Well I`m a real bad mama
A real bad man I like to spend a lot of time on the can
I had a little something to eat last night
It`s not alright,
The Master has a butt
Well we fucked up the tablet and the Master heard the sound
A little birdie told me he`s coming back around
His hideous wisdom calls for my death
There`ll be nothing left
Except a butt
Daddy tells me to bend over
Whips your buttocks with a strap
Bails my ass out of reform school
Then he goes and takes a nap
Well I said that I was sorry but I couldn`t make you care
If I could stop shitting then I`d change my underwear
If I can`t kill the Master then I`ll have to get a job I`m a fuckin` slob
The Master has a butt