I'm thinking I was once a baby 

Birthed deep within the Master's bowels 

Shat across the cosmos, banished to this mudball 

But I crave vengence, I'm not throwing in the towel 

Well I said I'm sorry but you slapped me back down 

I'm just a Sunday morning turd coming down 

Stare into the inky blackness I swear I think you'll find him there 

With over grown cuticles, and an asteroid belt I said now sonny, 

de does not give a damn 

Well I'm a real bad mama 

A real bad man I like to spend a lot of time on the can 

I had a little something to eat last night 

It's not alright, 

The Master has a butt 

Well we fucked up the tablet and the Master heard the sound 

A little birdie told me he's coming back around 

His hideous wisdom calls for my death 

There'll be nothing left 

Except a butt 

Daddy tells me to bend over 

Whips your buttocks with a strap 

Bails my ass out of reform school 

Then he goes and takes a nap 

Well I said that I was sorry but I couldn't make you care 

If I could stop shitting then I'd change my underwear 

If I can't kill the Master then I'll have to get a job I'm a fuckin' slob 

The Master has a butt