Like a Mississippi wind-chime in the breeze
Dangling down from the sycamore tree
Like a vessel of rats shattered on the ground
Old Judge Slitz struck the hammer down
Its dust to dust to angel lust
For ol' Saint Angeline
Aunt Jemime
..left in the Christmas plow
I wouldn't take a dollar from a german now
The laughter and slaughter and the lies and beliefs
Cause my carbon footprint is six feet deep
Its dust to dust to angel lust
For ol' Saint Angeline
Aunt Jemime
Well the lord may condemn me but my baby forgives
She'll meet me inside the final ...
...
Showered on my baby like a flower boquet
Its dust to dust to angel lust
For ol' Saint Angeline
Aunt Jemime
So cast your useless sabers aside
Make the devil eat his hat, set his head on fire
It all comes out(?) same way in the end
The meat slides out in the shape of the can
Its dust to dust to angel lust
For ol' Saint Angeline
Aunt Jemime