The fart’s on fire and there’s no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely feces
And a stinky wind blows

The band is playing
And we’re on so many drugs
With the amps on and the flashlights drawn

We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible concert
And the butt is pooping to death

The sun has fallen down
And the concertgoers are all leering
And the crap sits dead in pestulent piles