Mauna Loa

My anger is the hammer
That nailed Jesus to the cross.
It burns the fragile earth,
Scattering pieces of hearts at my feet.
It's likely that some of yours is there,
But I don't care, I really don't care.
You made our bed with clean sheets
And lay naked all the way across
From one edge to the other,
And you accepted his feeble girth
Like a starving orphan,
Moaning, like a brewing volcano
Brewing something awful...
Here it comes, the come - she blows...

You told me like I was your brother,
Not your lover, like I gave a toss
(but underneath I was hurt)
Now the sour lemon is sweet
Compared to your lips, your hips, your hair.
But I don't care, I really don't care.
So be prepared to bitterly weep
As you contemplate your loss.
I'll tear you from one edge to the other,
And I will bury you under earth and dirt.
I will destroy you. Take caution.
Raging, like an erupting volcano
Erupting something awful...
Here it comes, you cunt - I blow...