Lyrics

Summon all the servants for a sit-down with their Swami I'll teach the recipe to make Mighty Methuselah's salami Just grind up all the poor, That's what the biomass is for... Mr. Methuselah Salami! Mighty Methuselah! Me, myself, and I! I will not be shaken 'cause I can never die! Gather all the children and I'll tell them each a story About the way they're 'sposed to carry out the swami's glory It's a statue forty thousand feet All wrapped in skin and made of meat Mr. Methuselah's Salami incorporated L.L.C
Writer(s): Matthew Rogoski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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