Motochrist Lord Get Me Out Of Miwaukee lyrics

I:
Thanks God, God bless,
I was given the chance.
To travel, and taste the world's flavors.
But there's always one place,
Ain't that always the case,
You'll regret, n' on this I won't wave 'er.
Well, last to the north,
And it smells like a horse,
A toileter jest in open sewer.
But it ain't no Versace,
Though it borned Liberace,
Screwed, and buttfucked The Brewers.
Well, I don't wanna preach,
But I stand by my speech,
That getin' long winded, or talky,
Strike me dead where I stand,
The worst in the land,
This shithole that you call Milwaukee.

Chours:
Lord get me out of Milauekee.
The guys dumb, the girls rude n' tucky.
Man, I don't wanna be here,
I't's ugly, and smells weird,
Lord get me out of Milwaukee.

II:

It lies in the middle,
Like a state with a pimple,
A tumor, some terrible cancer.
Nuke it, or ignore it,
Against it, or for it.
Myself, I just haven't got the answers.
Sometimes I wonder,
Mistake, or a blunder.
Is God just sittin' there and laughin'?
From Green Bay to Sheboygan,
People're nice, but not annoying,
Milwaukee what the hell happened?

Chours:
Lord get me out of Milauekee.
The guys dumb, the girls rude n' tucky.
Man, I don't wanna be here,
I't's ugly, and smells weird,
Lord get me out of Milwaukee.
Lord get me out of Milwaukee.
The guys dumb, the girls rude n' tucky.
Mayby Dahmer was right,
Maybe he saw light.
Lord get me out of Milwaukee.
Lord get me out of Milwaukee.