"God's Trash" lyrics

In my death mask
In my mismatched suit
I pilate-chop you across the stage
I met a musing gospel in the baffled tee mid its way
To my red-hilt brain
The drinks had martyred lunch effectively before I even rose to speak
Don't want to disanoint the campaign but Jesus who lives on me
Rent free

A man's life, God's trash
There's no law but the old law, baby
Petit four, nothing dies
Said by ass-drawn kamikaze
Year zero in the summertime
Year zero in the summertime

Pick me the sling
A little clopper trying, met him, Mac boy, hairy guys
Oh I left you for the honey
Couldn't try to you if I lied
If I lied

A man's life, God's Trash
There's no law but the old law, baby
Petit four, nothing dies
Said by ass-drawn Kamikaze
God said no, I said twice
Come on big man, won't you make me?
Year zero in the summertime
Year zero in the summertime

Bad gambler
Slaycation
Hal Ashby
Fast fashion