The Yawning God

Dullard skipping down the street

Whistling to a tuneless beat

Tripping over his own feet

He falls into a hole

A stinking sewage hole

To his mind, his simple mind

His god lives here, lives right inside

He smells the piss, the sulfur pit

His yawning god is breathing shit

Just a mundane sewage tank

Cracked open and very rank

Cretin thinks his god's awake

Thinks he's found his home

His very smelly home

Make us laugh, you silly man

As you worship this wretched land

And shave your head like monks of old

Then sacrifice things to your hole

Brings it little animals

Until the pit is almost full

Feels the gassy brimstone pull

Then he crawls inside

So horrible inside

Then repairmen come to fix

They fill it with shovels and picks

And just as cretin sees his god

Heaven goes mysteriously dark