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The Power Of Lard


Artist: Lard
Genres: Rock
Total songs: 3
Year: 1988

Hellfudge Lyrics - The Power Of Lard - Lard

You never know 

When it says you gotta go 

Hellfudge 

To them cheap motels down in Baton Rouge 

Hellfudge 

Roll down the window of the limousine 

Hellfudge 

I'll pay you fifteen bucks if you perform for me (No more) 

Hellfudge 

I ain't givin' you one penny more 

Gotta buy another TV station for the Lord 

Hellfudge 

Can you imagine what it's like 

To have to flash and pose 

Hellfudge 

While a fat preacher 

Sits and beats off in front of you 

Hellfudge 

Same one who's so obsessed with 

With anti-smut crusades (fancy that) 

Hellfudge 

Oh Lord, 

Someone let the air out of my tires 

Hellfudge 

I'm stuck-with my pants down 

Red handed in sin 

But with money like mine 

The Lord always forgives me 

When I'm dictator 

You will ALL 

Be under the iron thumb of Jeezus 

The law of the land 

Executions for witchcraft 

Televised live at five 

All Rock and Roll is pornography 

That mixed coed swimming-phooey 

I tell ya 

It promotes problems of the flesh 

Problems of the flesh 

The flesh 

The flesh 

The flesh 

I can't stand it anymore 

My fundamentalist army's 

Crackin' down full swirl 

Hellfudge 

Polyester suit nazis 

Will control the world 

Hellfudge 

If you think Khomeini 

Is a step back in time 

Hellfudge 

Just wait til I decide 

What you read and who dies 

Hellfudge 

You think we're finished 

Boy, you must be queer 

We get a little stronger 

Every year 

When I bilk your money 

I'm moral, man 

But I got a little problem 

I just can't say no 

To that Hellfudge 

So take off them clothes 

Slowly now, slowly 

And twitch your little flounder just like that 

Yehhhh, Just like they do 

In all the smut rags I pretend to hate so much 

Bite down real hard 

Smile slut 

I own you, Look humiliated, try to cry 

I despise you so much I hate myself 

Mmmmmm 

Tastes almost as good 

As one of them green bubblegum cigars 

Yeh! Hellfudge 

There's a whole lotta Shakin' goin' on in here 

But don't tell my cousin, ok 

Yeeeeh 

Great Balls 'o' Fire 

Hellfudge 

Are you remember?




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