I'm Just A Little Bit Sicker Then

See It's Easy As Cake, Simple As Whistling Dixie While I'm Waving The Pistol At Sixty Christians Against Me Go To War With The Mormons, Take A Bath With The Catholics In Holy Water, No Wonder They Tried To Hold Me Under Longer.

Soul's Escaping Through This Hole That Is Gaping

Don't Ever Let No One Tell You, You Ain't Beautiful

I Sold My Soul To The Devil. I'm Going To Hell. I'm Headed To Hell. I Want The Money, The Women, The Fortune, And The Fame. That Means I'll End Up Burning In Hell Scorching In Flames. Satan'll Be In To See Me Later To See If I'm Interested In Being Partners. Devil Worshippin', Satan Music.

I Like Gay Men, Right Ken?