I'm thinking I was once a baby
  Birthed deep within the Master's bowels
  Shat across the cosmos, banished to this mudball
  But I crave vengence, I'm not throwing in the towel
  Well I said I'm sorry but you slapped me back down
  I'm just a Sunday morning turd coming down
  Stare into the inky blackness I swear I think you'll find him there
  With over grown cuticles, and an asteroid belt I said now sonny,
  de does not give a damn
  Well I'm a real bad mama
  A real bad man I like to spend a lot of time on the can
  I had a little something to eat last night
  It's not alright,
  The Master has a butt
  Well we fucked up the tablet and the Master heard the sound
  A little birdie told me he's coming back around
  His hideous wisdom calls for my death
  There'll be nothing left
  Except a butt
  Daddy tells me to bend over
  Whips your buttocks with a strap
  Bails my ass out of reform school
  Then he goes and takes a nap
  Well I said that I was sorry but I couldn't make you care
  If I could stop shitting then I'd change my underwear
  If I can't kill the Master then I'll have to get a job I'm a fuckin' slob
  The Master has a butt