I remember when God
Woke up on the Eighth Day.
Woke up on the Eighth Day.
Boy was he hungover.
And hellbent on taking it out on us.
And hellbent on taking it out on us.
We huddled in the attic
As he stormed around, breaking shit and yelling.
As he stormed around, breaking shit and yelling.
Something about Tiamat
Not returning his fucking calls.
Not returning his fucking calls.
Some said,
Stay. God is good.
Stay. God is good.
Others said,
Nah. God is a bitch. We're dipping.
Nah. God is a bitch. We're dipping.
But we said,
Porque no los dos?
Porque no los dos?
And then snuck out the back door,
Grabbing the Last Seeds as we went.
Grabbing the Last Seeds as we went.
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