American Culture Experiments Lard Jesus Lyrics

Lard Jesus Lyrics

Lounging back in their golden chairs

Plastic smiles surrounded by their
plastic hair

Tiny microphone in his swollen hand

Screeching out
their praises up to Bula Land

He can't wait to die



A crowd
of zombies listen as they wail and cheer

He's likely to expire in another
year

Rejoice hallelujah, I want to die

I wanna see what happens in
the blink of an eye



Overweight southern drawl, dissonant voice

Glazed over cloudy gaze lacks a choice

Their eyes roll back as they
raise their hands

I think I see it coming, it's Bula Land!