His underarms smelled like onions,
his ass like a well-cooked meal
but none of the bitches would taste him
and none of them knew how he'd feel
if they were to ask him to shower
and scrub him with lavender soap --
oh, would he just stand there in silence
or would he reach out for a grope?
A martyr is no great profession
and no-one invests in a cross,
instead he gets stoned in a paddock --
at least he does that like a boss.
his ass like a well-cooked meal
but none of the bitches would taste him
and none of them knew how he'd feel
if they were to ask him to shower
and scrub him with lavender soap --
oh, would he just stand there in silence
or would he reach out for a grope?
A martyr is no great profession
and no-one invests in a cross,
instead he gets stoned in a paddock --
at least he does that like a boss.