I'm going home to Satan,
where he'll be waiting to lay me down.
Where fellow sinners are fornicating
in my home beneath the ground
I'm going home to Satan,
there's no debating where I am bound.
A quart of whiskey will be there waiting
in my home beneath the ground.
They're watching porno,
they're shooting speedballs,
they're skinning lawmen with broken glass.
And when I get there
I'll take my pants down
and screw my tail back in my ass.
I'm going home to Satan,
where masturbating is all year 'round.
Grease up the old folk,
get them gyrating,
in my home beneath the ground.
Saddam Hussein is inside my anus.
My mommy's naked and guzzling cum.
My daughter's watching, fingering her grandma
while my daddy feltches my son.
I'm going home to Satan,
There's Bush displaying the reach-around
to Mahatma Ghandi
who's ejaculating
In my home beneath the ground.
I'm going home to Satan,
where lubrication cannot be found.
I'll stick it straight into Osama Bin Laden
In my home beneath the ground.
