Moist Around The Edges

In came a limping dude named Jesus, all lop-eared
Losing his lunch. You know him, the dirt eater
From the dirt farm
He cleaned the dishes with his long thin stream of piss
Everyone looked, as if they could not help it and
The dogs ate their dinner, his left over lunch
WOW!
Oh, who cares?
They want fur to fly and the sky to remain blue
The dogs eat dinner, some left over lunch
Everyone looks as if they can not really help it
Then they hear sounds of wailing children
Call it lunchmeat. Then they pass out while
Cockroaches smoke and drink the piss
Now I know people will believe anything
Eat the meat and go get pregnant
Pregnant!
Some dude rides in on a beat brownish donkey while
Bone marinates where he pays to park it
Bone marinates where they wash the dishes
And the donkey likes to take a leak
He thinks its cool while they all drink up
Filled by his long thin stream of piss
Now you know people will believe anything
And he rides off on the damn donkey
As the dogs ask the dude, «So what’s this knob do?»