Grand Buffet - Cool as Hell lyrics
[Grand Buffet - Cool as Hell lyrics]
Statues of age-old, stone-shed tears
There's a myriad of reasons why
None of which I need to hear
What I'm listening for resonates
At very low frequencies
Only seismologists speak to me
Recently, wheels that squeak have no sequel
Refusing to roll like predictable people
The nunnery is harnessing sexual frustration
Converting it into fuel
Powering the congregation
Tour bus for a time travel fantasy
Six thousand years in the
Past to dismantle the
Ludicrous theories of secular scientists
Backing their statements with
Useless appliances
I apply knowledge from tabloid horoscopes
Reminding me, all is not lost, there is hope
Play the lottery, unplug the discord
Flex your authority, carry a clipboard
My life is fleeting I shall soon
Befall the fate of mortals
My only dying wish is to
Be greeted at the portal
Of all eternal Hell by he whom
I've put all my faith in
I'll dedicate my afterlife to
Serve the mighty Satan
Look at the bottom of that fir
Tree: a tell tale sign
Somebody was here, wired it up
Put it together in no time
Who did the deed? Who tried
To rid the woods of
Three dudes That cuss too much
And do no good?
They trample vegetation with their ATV's
So now they're fucking with the
Ghost of Johnny Appleseed
And he's a charitable spirit
But not so Christ-like
He wouldn't take his tin-pot
Hat to their windpipes
There's a myriad of reasons why
None of which I need to hear
What I'm listening for resonates
At very low frequencies
Only seismologists speak to me
Recently, wheels that squeak have no sequel
Refusing to roll like predictable people
The nunnery is harnessing sexual frustration
Converting it into fuel
Powering the congregation
Tour bus for a time travel fantasy
Six thousand years in the
Past to dismantle the
Ludicrous theories of secular scientists
Backing their statements with
Useless appliances
I apply knowledge from tabloid horoscopes
Reminding me, all is not lost, there is hope
Play the lottery, unplug the discord
Flex your authority, carry a clipboard
My life is fleeting I shall soon
Befall the fate of mortals
My only dying wish is to
Be greeted at the portal
Of all eternal Hell by he whom
I've put all my faith in
I'll dedicate my afterlife to
Serve the mighty Satan
Look at the bottom of that fir
Tree: a tell tale sign
Somebody was here, wired it up
Put it together in no time
Who did the deed? Who tried
To rid the woods of
Three dudes That cuss too much
And do no good?
They trample vegetation with their ATV's
So now they're fucking with the
Ghost of Johnny Appleseed
And he's a charitable spirit
But not so Christ-like
He wouldn't take his tin-pot
Hat to their windpipes