The Three Prophets - Homunculus Lyrics

Walking home from Vinny
On the road to Lackanash
The Market Street was full
Of white, angry trash
French led the lynch mob
From his podium
Howling at the masses
Heart full of sodium
Let this be a lesson
To all you heretics
Especially the knackers
And the Arabics
My policy of euthanasia
Is now in reign
Note that all your children
Will die in vain
The Homunculus is dead
And now we can sleep in peace
Hanging from the courthouse clock
Hung by Ben 10 bed-sheets
Sever his penis
Sever his foreskin
Give us the head
Throw his appendages to the McDonaghs
He's better off dead
Pushing through the mob
To reach the other side
I trip and fall
My face engulfed in Ashling's hide
Well, c'mere Cody. Can I make you school juice in the morning because the water is so bad? No. NO
We saw a gap
Between her thighs
And had to go
The Homunculus is dead
And now we can roam the streets
Hanging from the courthouse clock
Hung by Ben 10 bed-sheets
Sever his penis
Sever his foreskin
Give us the head
Throw his appendages to the McDonaghs
He's better off dead
Finalement
Nous rentrons
Uh
Chez Plooney
Full of methanphetamines
Dead Trixie
The Homunculus is dead
As is the corgi
Both of their lives undone
By an unknown entity
Bring out your dead