Текст песни Potato Hate Explosion - Ready Set Hot Dog

Friends don't let friends take the blame for the misadventures of zombies
A drunken bedtime story told to the mistress of the author
A fat cigar in one hand and a vibrating cross in the other
The forbidden fruit is pure, absolute freedom

I will reach up for the stars and smack jehovah witless
It's like Pinocchio accepting his puppetry
I will not kneel to your fabled christ
Your pathetic cult of personality

Rock me, Asmodeus!