Lyrics Bastard - Ed Gein

Bastard

I hope cancer claims you
That stem cells could have cured
And as you’re puking your guts from chemo and dying in your bed
I hope your god still comforts you
Because due to your ban of federal funding, science cannot save you
And you did it to yourself
And you’ll be taking thousands more down with you
All because you equate a ball of cells in a petri dish with a conscious human
being
If I ever met you without your secret service, I would spit in your face