Cult of Tuna - Moron Police

Come and check this bag of bones right now

You’re standing at the altar-gate of the

Cult of Tuna in its own way

Bring the women as we salivate

O’er the teachings of a greater god

Get the robe and learn the handshake

Almighty Pingy is a peaceful god

He shows up in a van of night

With predictions on a barf bag

So predicting doomsday is an easy task

If somehow we miscalculate

We’ll sacrifice the harem

And fuck yeah, is it really time to go?

Into the tunnel of smelly love

W away

I think I’ve found my glory hole

Inside th tunnel of smelly love

Our awesome leader is a handsome man

His eyes will stare into your soul

His smile will leave you wanting

He just asks that you give all you have

Your life, your soul, your credit card

He is the life fantastic

And fuck yeah, is it really time to go?

Into the tunnel of smelly love

We away

I think I’ve found my glory hole

Inside the tunnel of smelly love

And doesn’t it feel good

To have computers attached to your kneecaps?

Maybe you like computers attached to your kneecaps

Haven’t seen that until now, I gotta say

It kinda freaks me out

Fuck yeah, is it really time to go?

Into the tunnel of smelly love

We away

I think I’ve found my glory hole

Inside the tunnel of smelly love