All is game on the desert plane
Fudgy ripples swirling through your wandering soul
All is lost in your melted brain
Praise be to our perfect chocolate god
We worship you until the day we die
Yaaaaaaaaaaaa
Just like witches at black massesss
Evil minds that plot destructiooooon
Sorcerer of death′s constructioooon
In the fields, the bodies burniiiing
As the war machine keeps turniiing
Death and hatred to mankiiiiind
Poisoning their brainwashed miyinds
WHOA LORD YEAH
All is game on the desert plane
Fudgy ripples swirling through your wandering soul
All is lost in your melted brain
Praise be to our perfect chocolate god
We worship you until the day we die
Yaaaaaaaaaaaa
I wanna get shot from the grassy knoll
I’m JFK
I wanna get shot from the grassy knoll
I’m JFK
Now we‘re creamin’ the same jeans
I don’t know how the melody goes after this part
Now we‘re creamin’ the same jeans
I don’t know how the melody goes after this part