Lyrics Cult of Tuna - Moron Police

Cult of Tuna

Come and check this bag of bones right now
You’re standing at the altar-gate of the
Cult of Tuna in its own way
Bring the women as we salivate
O’er the teachings of a greater god
Get the robe and learn the handshake
Almighty Pingy is a peaceful god
He shows up in a van of night
With predictions on a barf bag
So predicting doomsday is an easy task
If somehow we miscalculate
We’ll sacrifice the harem
And fuck yeah, is it really time to go?
Into the tunnel of smelly love
W away
I think I’ve found my glory hole
Inside th tunnel of smelly love
Our awesome leader is a handsome man
His eyes will stare into your soul
His smile will leave you wanting
He just asks that you give all you have
Your life, your soul, your credit card
He is the life fantastic
And fuck yeah, is it really time to go?
Into the tunnel of smelly love
We away
I think I’ve found my glory hole
Inside the tunnel of smelly love
And doesn’t it feel good
To have computers attached to your kneecaps?
Maybe you like computers attached to your kneecaps
Haven’t seen that until now, I gotta say
It kinda freaks me out
Fuck yeah, is it really time to go?
Into the tunnel of smelly love
We away
I think I’ve found my glory hole
Inside the tunnel of smelly love