American Culture Experiments - Lard Jesus Lyrics
Lounging back in their golden chairsPlastic smiles surrounded by their plastic hairTiny microphone in his swollen handScreeching out their praises up to Bula LandHe can't wait to dieA crowd of zombies listen as they wail and cheerHe's likely to expire in another yearRejoice hallelujah, I want to dieI wanna see what happens in the blink of an eyeOverweight southern drawl, dissonant voiceGlazed over cloudy gaze lacks a choiceTheir eyes roll back as they raise their handsI think I see it coming, it's Bula Land!