The Anal Cysts - Urethral Prick [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
One snowy evening
I parked my car in her driveway
My panicky sorrow was constant
It would not go away
I finally confronted her
There on her doorstep
I told what I needed to say

[Chorus]
I need to tell you that I hate you
And I'm glad you're dead
I'm happy you're unhappy
And you're rotting in hell
Say hi to Satan for me
Hope the anal's swell

[Verse 2]
You sinned for a lifetime
I grin when I see your grave site
In a lieu of flowers and hatred
Guess you fucked up in hindsight
I'm glad about what you're reaching
We were forced into your teachings
The queers remain up here
Who does God hate now?

[Chorus]

The queers remain up here
Who does God hate now?
The queers remain up here
And who does God hate now?