Lyrics: The Master Has A Butt

I'm thinking I was once a baby
Birthed deep within the Master's bowels
Shat across the cosmos, banished to this mudball
But I crave vengeance, I'm not throwing in the towel

Well I said I'm sorry but you slapped me back down
I'm just a Sunday morning turd coming down
Stare into the inky blackness

I swear I think you'll find him there
With over grown cuticles, and an asteroid belt
I said now sonny, he does not give a damn
Well I'm a real bad mama
A real bad man

I like to spend a lot of time on the can
I had a little something to eat last night
It's not alright
The Master has a butt

Well we fucked up the tablet and the Master heard the sound
A little birdie told me he's coming back around
His hideous wisdom calls for my death
There'll be nothing left except a butt

Daddy tells me to bend over
Whips your buttocks with a strap
Bails my ass out of reform school
Then he goes and takes a nap

Well I said that I was sorry but I couldn't make you care
If I could stop shitting then I'd change my underwear
If I can't kill the Master then I'll have to get a job
I'm a fuckin' slob
The Master has a butt