I love shooting chunks, man, and the way it feels
The Texas Record Chainsaw Player, The Electric Eels
I love Irish cream and clubbing baby seals
And sucking off a pretty dickgirl till she starts to squeal
Shooting what I wanna shoot, screwing who I wanna screw
If you hate it, I won't bother saying fuck you
'Cause your values pass right through my fingers just like sand
And as such bear no relation to my latest demands
My demands are for your hearts, your minds and something to lick
From a cloud that ain't no bigger than a tranny's dick
I got something sweet to share with you, you just can't miss
"And it goes a little something like this"
It's all about the pleasure, all about the pain
About the Rock 'n' Roll-a-rollaroll that drives us insane
It's all about these nightmares, they're my favourite things
So light your candles, fellow Christians and sing

Chorus:
Fanny batter, fanny slops
Shallow minge, syringe, you know
I might go shopping as we go, oh no, I hate you
Turn the lights off
Say, fanny batter, come and suck my cock

I love peroxide, I love puride
I'd love to open up your hole and get inside
I'm a table, I'm Tourettic, I'm a baby lamb
The lamb of God, you pathetic excuse for a man
I love to scandalise, I love to delight
It's only right you should be feeling uptight
I know the three falsest concepts - the soul, sin and hell
And we stay in the finest hotels
And I don't kid myself 'cause I'm not female
So up the anchor, cast away and then we'll set sail
My name is Luis Drayton and you know I'm Pretty Sick
And I'm a fu-fu-fu-fu-fucking prick
It's all about the pleasure, all about the pain
About the Rock 'n' Roll-a-rollaroll that drives us insane
It's all about these nightmares, they're my favourite things
So light your candles, fellow Christians and sing

Chorus

Now why'd I feel a need to empathise with your pain?
And why'd that motherfucker leave the cake out in the rain?
'Cause sinuis-sinusitis is a cognitive bitch
Yet these moving things mean more to me than flesh, blood, shit
The saint is old and rich, an atom bomb is in the kitchen
And despite the shunky itching, gonna keep on pussy bitching in your face
"And you ain't going no place"
My dearest wish to be a cosmonaut of inner space
And be the tranny faggot breeder on my thousandth face
'Cause I'm Prometheus, Horus, Narcissus and more
And my penis is red rubbing sore
It's all about the pleasure, all about the pain
About the Rock 'n' Roll-a-rollaroll, as John Cale would say
It's all about these nightmares, they're my favourite things
So light your candles, fellow Christians and sing

Chorus x2