4 Brown Eggs From The Holy Land A teaspoon of sugar, then one of sand A half a cup of yak milk from Japan You're on your way to heaven (havin') a christ omelette Golden brown Delivered by your own hands Not some religious clown a christ omelette An omelette fix But from the heartland Not crucifix a christ omelette Beat your eggs bloody add plenty of pepper Then add the nose Of a nosey leper Shout "fucking pariah" out loud three times then fetch you some lime, from 'twixt Spanish thighs Inquisition! Inquisition! Inquisition! I'm wishing me a frying pan I'm in with the holy ghost Don't need no jam Don't need no toast Diced up an onion shredded me some cheddar Don't need no ham Pigs are too clever For my Christ omelette My spatula's poised (Lincoln loved boys) In my robe, corduroy I flip the omelette Think digestion but please still question lack of silver-ware The Christ omelette Heals the Christ omelette Stays fresh The Christ omelette's forever Like mom's tattoo On my chest I will not splat the ketchup i will not splosh the salsa Yeah his cross was heavy But my omelette is wholesome Jesus Christ lives! In the minds of baby chickens Just waiting to omelette Again, and again For your sin.