Ebola Infected Plane Crash Victims Raining on a Church Picnic Lyrics

Another wonderful sacred Sunday, I'm thinking of molesting a child
I dismiss the thought long enough to bless the potluck lunch
I conclude my prayer and lustfully gaze over my congregation
I look up just in time to lose my toupee to a frisbee gone astray
And then I see horror unfold in the Heavens before me
Two planes collide, six hundred corpses are now falling, I urinate my thong
Charred dismembered and bloody corpses fall like angels
Landing on windows, bikers for Jesus and the church choir
Bodies exploding upon exploding bodies a corpse lands on the
Roof of my Audi, glass shrapnel punctures the organ players eye
I look around me, i see inflammation of the eyes
Blood pouring from ears and nose, survivors begin vomiting a black
Sludge of their disintegrated internal organs
A mesmerizing sight of capillary leakage and vascular collapse
I feel the hemorrhaging in my skin as I convulse in respiratory distress
Diarrhea now buries my infected body
My tongue dissolves and my pancreas seep through my urethra