Poetry

Spooktown, 30 (304.)

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
did you know He comes in buckets and you cannot stop His pour?
I am sorry for the dirty, awful nature of this song,
but God just wants to come!

Horny, horny, hallelujah!
Horny, horny, hallelujah!
Horny, horny, hallelujah;
yes, God just wants to come.

I have seen Him in the watchfires of a bathroom lightbulb’s glow,
He has built Himself an altar for His evening touch-and-go,
I can see His righteous pleasure as His face outlines an “Oh!,”
oh, God just wants to come.

Horny, horny, hallelujah!
Horny, horny, hallelujah!
Horny, horny, hallelujah;
yes, God just wants to come.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea;
don’t you think it took some coming to create the son of G?
Well, He died to make men holy, but we love to squirt our seed,
and God invented porn!

Horny, horny, hallelujah!
Horny, horny, hallelujah!
Horny, horny, hallelujah,
yes, God invented porn.

Horny, horny, hallelujah!
Horny, horny, hallelujah!
Horny, horny, hallelujah,
’cause God just wants to come, like men, amen.

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