Goin' Home To Satan

I'm going home to Satan,
where he'll be waiting to lay me down.
Where fellow sinners are fornicating
in my home beneath the ground

I'm going home to Satan,
there's no debating where I am bound.
quart of whiskey will be there waiting
in my home beneath the ground.

They're watching porno,
they're shooting speedballs,
they're skinning lawmen with broken glass.
And when I get there
I'll take my pants down
and [bad word] my tail back in my [bad word] 

I'm going home to Satan,
where [bad word] is all year 'round.
Grease up the old folk,
get them gyrating,
in my home beneath the ground.

Saddam Hussein is inside my [bad word] 
My mommy's naked and guzzling [bad word] 
My daughter's watching, fingering her grandma
while my daddy feltches my son.

I'm going home to Satan,
There's Bush displaying the reach-around
to Mahatma Ghandi
who's ejaculating
In my home beneath the ground.

I'm going home to Satan,
where lubrication cannot be found.
I'll stick it straight into Osama Bin Laden
In my home beneath the ground.