歌词
Her wedding dress was sewn
From semen she spat into
Her hands, screaming
I do, I do!
I do, I do! I do, I do!
I do, I do! I do, I do!
I do, I do! I do, I do!
I do, I do! I do, I—
Trading flesh for flypaper
And armed to the dentures
We don a regalia
Of useless genitalia
(Hey, hey, hey, hey!)
And closing the bible
The minister smiled
"You may now kiss
The bride," and they stood and
Stared for a while
As husband and wife
Squishing mosquitoes
All along their arms
Then drove on home
In separate cars
(Alright, you ready?)