Like a Mississippi wind-chime in the breeze Dangling down from the sycamore tree Like a vessel of rats shattered on the ground Old Judge Slitz struck the hammer down Its dust to dust to angel lust For ol' Saint Angeline Aunt Jemime ..left in the Christmas plow I wouldn't take a dollar from a german now The laughter and slaughter and the lies and beliefs Cause my carbon footprint is six feet deep Its dust to dust to angel lust For ol' Saint Angeline Aunt Jemime Well the lord may condemn me but my baby forgives She'll meet me inside the final ... ... Showered on my baby like a flower boquet Its dust to dust to angel lust For ol' Saint Angeline Aunt Jemime So cast your useless sabers aside Make the devil eat his hat, set his head on fire It all comes out(?) same way in the end The meat slides out in the shape of the can Its dust to dust to angel lust For ol' Saint Angeline Aunt Jemime
Like a Mississippi wind-chime in the breeze Dangling down from the sycamore tree Like a vessel of rats shattered on the ground Old Judge Slitz struck the hammer down Its dust to dust to angel lust For ol' Saint Angeline Aunt Jemime ..left in the Christmas plow I wouldn't take a dollar from a german now The laughter and slaughter and the lies and beliefs Cause my carbon footprint is six feet deep Its dust to dust to angel lust For ol' Saint Angeline Aunt Jemime Well the lord may condemn me but my baby forgives She'll meet me inside the final ... ... Showered on my baby like a flower boquet Its dust to dust to angel lust For ol' Saint Angeline Aunt Jemime So cast your useless sabers aside Make the devil eat his hat, set his head on fire It all comes out(?) same way in the end The meat slides out in the shape of the can Its dust to dust to angel lust For ol' Saint Angeline Aunt Jemime
