Well they tried to clone Jesus from the shroud of Turin.
But the test tube was tainted with that patented Monsanto sin.
All the tabloids proclaimed Him: Genesus, Lord of the Fly,
And he performed every Sunday in his very own lingerie line.
Singinâ âNunderwear, get into the habit,
The threads next to godliness.
Buy my Nunderwear, I confess you can grab it,
Cuz these sistersâ knickers wonât twist.â
He became a sinsation, at www.genesus.com
For He was hung like the devil,
And Oprah swears Nunderwearâs number one.
Then He became Lord of Wall Street, his prophets bought up the world.
And He said, âNow will you listen to what youâve never heard?
Now may I have just a word?â
âLoveâs the shit, loveâs the bomb, loveâs the only salvation
Loveâs all I was trying to say.
Love each other, you mothers, before itâs all over,
Be you redneck or hippie or born-again gay.â
âTwas a crossbow that nailed him, just when springtime had come,
In his Genesus brand speedo, slugginâ down His Beelzebub Rum.
I heard Him singinâ~
âLoveâs the shit, loveâs the bomb, loveâs the only salvation
Loveâs all I was trying to say. So hey, buy my Nunderwear,
And slip in to the habit, cuz these sistersâ knickers wonât twist or fray,
No these sistersâ knickers wonât twist.â
Hallelujah.