Where the Slime Live

Where the slime live, ah ha

Where the slime breed

When the wind blows

And the cradle falls down

Their poison fingers that wrote the poison lines

Yeah, with their poison fingers, what a tragedy, ha!

When their fingers are removed

Where the slime live

Where the slime live

Where the slime live

They are the lowest forms of life

Where the slime breed

They make a new one too corrupted

When the wind blows

The winds of truth are blowing now

And the cradle falls down

Their burning dogma, introducing to our minds, lies

They plot for the total control of the morons

And what a tragedy, ha, when the godheads are removed

They crawl, they breed, they hide but we see to God

They burn, I see the smoke of the funerals rising

God lives in the hearts now laid to rest

What a sight, oh, as their kingdom comes tumbling down

We burn, the ones with contrite souls be gone

Long gone are the filthy liars

Long gone are their filthy lies

I know they'd come again someday

Where the slime live and how the slime get washed away