A cautionary tale of economic hardship and Jenkem addiction.
lyrics
When my sausage factory closed, all of my workers lost their homes
And as the economy fell on its back, I blew my life savings on whores and crack
So I joined my ex-employees under the bridge where they taught me
The art of huffing fermented shit, and the day I made my own body waste batch,
An immaculate hobo savior was hatched
Chorus:
I am your God – Adorn me with sausages
I am your lord – Go forth find sausages
Indeed my jenkum showed my workers the light, so they followed my orders
And robbed butcher shops at night
A cardboard box was no temple for a rotten shit messiah
So they built me a sausage altar to receive my sacramental doo-doo jambalaya.
(Chorus)
Breathe deep my heavenly slop
My corporate life I had failed; addiction gripped me, all hope had sailed
Good karma kicked in; my pain had passed
When sweet brown communion sprung forth from my ass
When I became constipated, my congregation fell to their knees
And prayed for a movement on seagull foot rosary beads
But as the months passed and I approached death,
My loyal followers said, “Fuck it” And switched over to meth.
Abandoned – Forgotten – Betrayed – Begotten
(Chorus)
credits
from Plump Up The Volume,
released April 14, 2015
Lyrics by ED
Guest vocals by Jeremiah Jensen (Guttural Secrete/Euphegenia)
supported by 9 fans who also own “Sausage Cathedral”
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