| I'm thinking I was once a baby | |
| Birthed deep within the Master's bowels | |
| Shat across the cosmos, banished to this mudball | |
| But I crave vengence, I'm not throwing in the towel | |
| Well I said I'm sorry but you | |
| slapped me back down | |
| I'm just a Sunday morning turd coming down | |
| Stare into the inky blackness | |
| I swear I think you'll find him there | |
| With over grown cuticles, and an asteroid belt | |
| I said now sonny, de does not give a damn | |
| Well I'm a real bad mama | |
| A real bad man | |
| I like to spend a lot of time on the can | |
| I had a little something to eat last night | |
| It's not alright, | |
| The Master has a butt | |
| Well we fucked up the tablet and the Master heard the sound | |
| A little birdie told me he's coming back around | |
| His hideous wisdom calls for my death | |
| There'll be nothing left | |
| Except a butt | |
| Daddy tells me to bend over | |
| Whips your buttocks with a strap | |
| Bails my ass out of reform school | |
| Then he goes and takes a nap | |
| Well I said that I was sorry but I couldn't make you care | |
| If I could stop shitting then I'd change my underwear | |
| If I can't kill the Master then I'll have to get a job | |
| I'm a fuckin' slob | |
| The Master has a butt |