Better Ways To Fry A Fish Testo

I pried his kneecaps up like the lid
On a can of paint
I nailed his tongue to his chin
So I couldn't hear him complain
I stuck some PVC where the sun don't shine
Fed some barbed while through
I swear to God I could see that he could see God's face
When I pulled out the tube
I prayed for justice
How Jesus had always taught us But he turned the rain into wine
And that's not the kind
Of miracle to pull me through
At the end of the day
I found a better way to
Fry a fish like you