TISM - Crime Against The Spirit Oo Poo Pee Doo Lyrics

God gave you talent to sit on the bog
And not be a genius and drop some more logs
Sitting all day in the smell of your own shit
When you got the ability to be T S Elliot
So what if you could play Mozart when you were three
And learn seven languages before you get paid
Get your pianist, cut off your thumbs
And if you're a linguist, chop out your tongue
If you want my advice Mr. Jesus F Christ?
Ha ha ha ha ho
Go back to carpentry for the rest of your life
And if you feel trifle and get time off from the boss
Find the Son of God and nail him to the cross
Lord have mercy