Текст песни
You got your own people
Creeping out of stove stains
Going when you still have the traction
Twin roofs you caved in
Junior dick shot brains
Dig when she's blowing her stacks
Black weeds from heathen
Death populations
Slumping to talk shows and shacks
Help all the scots sweep me
Out of this clean field
Deliver me quick from this
Stab back
He got no mind
He got no more
And he got no ladder
Ain't nothing like the door
Jesus can save us
Love that some punk gave us
We shall be his special guests
One time in Chi-town
I've only turned down
Big time in Satan's red ass
He got no mind
He got no more
And he got no ladder
Ain't nothing like the door
He got no mind
He got no more
And he got no ladder
Ain't nothing like the door