Moksha

There’s no entry for the foreigners
I’m your native girl with my
Tail between my bleeding ass
And I’m off to the gates of heaven
I’ve been fakin’ my drunken stupor
And my absence from your real world
I’m just better than prostrating bitches
Who make believe they’re misunderstood

Cause I’ve been here before
And nothing’s new anymore
Pass me to sainthood
Discount, pass me to sainthood

I’m wanna storm through that door
Fresh off of this killing floor
Won’t you pass me to sainthood?
Discount, pass me to sainthood

Pass me to sainthood
Pass me to sainthood
Where’s my pass?
Where’s my pass?

I’m takin’ a dump in your holy waters
Straight down to your sunken chest
Where you hold hostage moron amputees
Who’ve paid you for your second best
Am I a troll? Am I a monkey?
Who’s got aspirations to be an alpha man
Well this Hindu gets the last laugh
So don’t hold your breath while I choke and gag

Cause I’ve been here before
And nothing’s new anymore
Pass me to sainthood
Discount, pass me to sainthood

I’m wanna storm through that door
Fresh off of this killing floor
Won’t you pass me to sainthood?
Discount, pass me to sainthood

Pass me to sainthood
Pass me to sainthood
Where’s my pass?
Where’s my pass?
Where’s my pass?
Where’s my pass?

Oh baby, once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, wow
Once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, wow
Once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, woo
Once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, woo
Once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, woo
Once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, woo
Once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, woo