Belching into the atmosphere, new erections
still the same as those filthy fucking old ones
Now it's known there is no heaven on this shore
Or any other damn shore for that matter

Shit-sucking kings and ass-licking peasants with
Their foreign tongues licking someone's foreign affair
Only because signs show that we must fly from here
Shave that matted faux fur suit

Hey incarceration generation
Now listen to what the preacher has to say about life, but
Don't listen to what the man of faith has to say
About petty details like death and despair

Haven't you heard yet
No one listens to anyone anyhow
Take that aimless aim and let it rip

Open fire when you hit the shore.
Relax, it's only the smell of some sea men.

Fire
Hand me down hamburger