Lyrics I Don’t Hate Fags, God Does - All Leather

I Don’t Hate Fags, God Does

Wait a second, God’s last name really isn’t Damn It?
Does he smell like cheese to you?
Does he like hospital food?
Did he let his meat loaf?
It tastes dull like dog shit
I don’t accept wooden coins
Don’t call me, I’ll call you
I always eat supper before I say grace
I can see some skid marks on his forehead
So tell me why freedom fries still come with his salty shake?
Why don’t you do something with those chapped lips?
Use that old piss pump down in Douche Can Alley
I always eat supper before I say grace
Egg sucker
Cheap fucker
Easter bunny, weighs ten pounds with greasy chin
Friend of some bastard child
Eats boiled crows
Sucks his own toes, and nobody knows
Sucking eggs, spreading his legs
Goes from his asshole to his dinner table hiding all his wooden coins
In every god damn hole
Goes from his asshole to his dinner table hiding all his wooden coins
In every god damn hole
Goes from his asshole to his dinner table hiding all his wooden coins
In every god damn hole
Goes from his asshole to his dinner table hiding all his wooden coins
In every god damn hole
Ease off the salami dry-land sailor
Drive your ducks to a puddle, and watch them drown
Ease off the salami dry-land sailor
HA HA HA!