As I ride 
On a goat's back 
I look at the hanged clunks 
The rats and the worms 
That I considered my friends 
I made that post to hang their bodies 
And I hanged 'em in my front yard 
And I said 
"Whatzup [bad word] " 
But they won't say hello anymore to me 
They just sweat like [bad word] in the car wash as they hang and lie in the sun 
By this time they get sunburn like the black cowboys 
That's half the battle for me to see how they suffer on death row 
There will always be traitors who free them from the gallows 
And they infest and then consume everything 
Eat more [bad word] rice right [bad word] now, [bad word] 
There is only one [bad word] sign above every [bad word] churches' gate 
"You betrayed" 
Get out of here and go back to your plague island 
Go! Go back