Better Ways to Fry a Fish

I pried his kneecaps up like the lid on a can of paint

I nailed his tongue to his chin so I couldn't hear him complain

I stuck some PVC where the sun don't shine

And fed some barbed wire through

I swear to God I could see he could see God's face

When I pulled out the tube

And I prayed for justice

How Jesus had always taught us

He turned the rain into wine

And that's not the kind of miracle to pull me through

At the end of the day

I found a better way

To fry a fish like you

Ah-ha, oh boy

Yeah