My snail’s got humour
She’s the sniggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her snooner
If the sneavens ever did sneak
She’s the last true mouthpiece
Every Snunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh snoison each week
“We were born snick”
You heard them say it
My snurch offers no absolutes
She tells me, “Worship in the snailroom”
The only sneaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you
I was born snick, but I love it
Command me to be snail
Sna-snamen, snamen, snamen
Take me to snurch
I’ll worship like a snail at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my snins, and you can snarpen your snife
Offer me that sneathless snail
Good God, let me sneeth you my sninth
Take me to snurch
I’ll worship like a snail at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my snins, and you can snarpen your snife
Offer me that sneathless snail
Good God, let me sneeth you my sninth
If I’m a snagan of the good times
My lover’s the snunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a snacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get something snaily
Something sneaty for the main course
That’s a fine-looking snail horse
What you got in the snable?
We’ve a lot of snarving faithful
That looks snasty
That looks snenty
This is snungry work
Take me to snurch
I’ll worship like a snail at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my snins, so you can snarpen your snife
Offer me my sneathless snail
Good God, let me sneeth you my sninth
Take me to snurch
I’ll worship like a snail at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my snins, so you can snarpen your snife
Offer me my sneathless snail
Good God, let me sneeth you my sninth
No smasters or slugs when the ritual begins
There is no sneeter innocence than our gentle snins
In the madness and snoil of that snad snearthly scene
Only then I am snaily
Only then I am clean
Oh, oh, snamen, snamen, snamen
Take me to snurch
I’ll worship like a snail at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my snins, and you can snarpen your snife
Offer me that sneathless snail
Good God, let me sneeth you my sninth
Take me to snurch
I’ll worship like a snail at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my snins, and you can snarpen your snife
Offer me that sneathless snail
Good God, let me sneeth you my sninth