X-Bomb lyrics : "Going To Meet Our Maker"
Head down in a gasoline drum
A rent boy with an itch in his pants
Eaten alive by an army of ants
Sewn up in a bear skin
They set the hunting dogs after him
Running to meet his maker!
Transvestite belly dancer
Throat ripped open with a razor
A bisexual Baptist priest
Puking his life out on his knees
Black leather gang leader
Turned into a ball of fire
Racing to meet his maker!
The high school prom queen
Overdosed on nicotine
Front line nurse with a sweet heartache
Shrapnel split her into a mosaic
Veins pumped full of Novocaine
The needle broke off deep in his brain
Dying to meet his maker!
Jesus Christ himself could not
Stop the rot of a dying god...
He's going to meet his maker
Sooner than he thinks!
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