Cult of Tuna

Come on 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 at 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, we go, yeah
I think I've found my glory hole
Inside thе 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 go, yeah
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 go, yeah
I think I've found my glory hole
Inside the tunnel of smelly love