Those Poor Bastards thee beginning

Some folks don't fit
With any crowd
They get lumped together
With those they hate
This is a story
Of a man like that
Obscure and violent
And obscene
A man of God
A cannibal
Of these grim facts
You're now aware
He hated man
But adored beasts
Held at the mercy
Of such fools
So grab your holy water
Pour it on your head
Your filthy carcass
Can't be cleansed
You are worthless