Hallowed be thy dung, a fecal tour of fortune
Sifting through mysteries of brown delight
Predicting future guided by excrements
Shallow be thy dung, the truth lies within rectum
Bowing down to the porcelain god
I am anxiously fishing for more predictions

Excremental veracity
We shall bow down to turd almighty

Oh holy crap, once from the pooper now shall be heard
This pungent mess, the whole wheat shaman of death

Show me the light, from true vision I am bereft
An organic puzzle of methane to behold at last
To behold full breath

[Guitar solo]

Now comes the fever, a true believer, epiphany through solid waste
Through holy feces, a true reliever, epiphany from this septic tank
Now comes the fever, a true believer, epiphany through solid waste
Through holy feces, a true reliever, epiphany from this septic tank

Excremental veracity
We shall bow down to turd almighty
Oh holy scat, once from the pooper now shall be heard
This pungent mess, the whole wheat shaman of death