Planet Of Pants
Miscellaneous
U-Turn 2 God
Get on up
Get back down
See the light
Like a sign on the highway
Tellin' you
Congestion ahead
No room
For anybody don't see my way
No room
When you're dead
Chorus:
The road to Hell is bumper to bumper
Beat 'em down with their long correction rods
Rock stars when they burn wish they'd made a
U-turn straight to God
Come on taste the blasphemy with me
Eat of my flesh
Drink of my blood
Eat eat eat
Eat me
God's in a limo
He come to repo
He got the vino
I tell ya we know
He's the man
Ain't no scam
Tell me Sam
Say goddamn
God told me in the bar
He don't approve of the foreign cars
He's gonna tell ya where it's at
When he slaps ya on the back
That's a crack
Then he say
Get on up
Get back down
Traffic jam backed up all the way
Everybody busts out in a rock opera song
Hell's full of this kind of thing every day
I been there for so long
Chorus

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