Hallowed be thy dung, a fecal tour of fortune

Sifting through mysteries of brown delight

Predicting future guided by excrements

Shallow be thy dung, the truth lies within rectum

Bowing down to the porcelain god

I am anxiously fishing for more predictions

Excremental veracity

We shall bow down to turd almighty

Oh holy crap, once from the pooper now shall be heard

This pungent mess, the whole wheat shaman of death

Show me the light, from true vision I am bereft

An organic puzzle of methane to behold at last

To behold full breath

[Guitar solo]

Now comes the fever, a true believer, epiphany through solid waste

Through holy feces, a true reliever, epiphany from this septic tank

Now comes the fever, a true believer, epiphany through solid waste

Through holy feces, a true reliever, epiphany from this septic tank

Excremental veracity

We shall bow down to turd almighty

Oh holy scat, once from the pooper now shall be heard

This pungent mess, the whole wheat shaman of death