Phone's ringing in the morning
somebody's always knocking on my door
Fucking sausage or fucking bacon
I can't take it anymore.
I'm trying to enter Vahhalla dammit
Utopia, Nirvana, Heaven
I'm trying to be with Gabriel and dance the duende bleeding soul
But it's fucking sausage or fucking bacon
ice cream truck music and suck my balls
the yard is overtaking the house
the neighbors know we forgot the trash.. A GAIN
the dishes are piled high, the tile needs repaired
but I want to fly with angels feel the magic in the air
tap into the cosmos and speak with God
but it's fucking sausage or fucking bacon
somebody for God's sake walk the god damned dog.
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