Don't let Easter BOG you down (unless you want abundant crops in the coming months)
lyrics
Come, good children, down the rabbit trail.
Treats await you. Peeps to sate you.
Find the eggs beyond the rabbit trail.
Serve your goddess. It's fucking Easter.
Lay in the plastic grass and sleep.
Not much further to the peat mans bog
Goddess loves you. Peat moss hugs you.
Drink the mud of the sacred bog.
The goddess mommy demands a mummy.
Her womb, it quickens for the harvest
Dye some eggs or die unfertile.
At least it's better than church?
credits
from It's Fucking Easter,
track released April 4, 2015
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Jesse Boo - Disembodied wailing