Lyrics:

Cotton Mather would find you hard and joyless
Your family doctor would let you become paralyzed
After I crack open your head with the log lady's log
Take the bandana off your wrist and use to keep your brains from spilling out onto the asphalt
You'll see Caralee's skin there

Mike Hadreas, don't get used to this
Your avenging angel's battle cry:
'Queers is pimps too!'

I don't know karate but I know ka-razor
And before the tulip fades you will look so dead zitted and surprised that the shadow has extended to your bashers grave
I just forgot what Jesus would do but I remembered to wrap my tiny hands around your mud boiled throat

Monsieur Hadreas, don't say you are used to it
Your avenging angel's battle cry:
'Queers is pimps too!'
Be good, inarticulate, and kissed
'Queers is gimps too!'