Better Ways to Fry a Fish

Lyrics for Better Ways to Fry a Fish

I pried his kneecaps up like the lid on a can of paint I nailed his tongue to his chin so I couldn't hear him complain I stuck some PVC where the sun don't shine And fed some barbed wire through I swear to God I could see he could see God's face When I pulled out the tube And I prayed for justice How Jesus had always taught us He turned the rain into wine And that's not the kind of miracle to pull me through At the end of the day I found a better way To fry a fish like you Ah-ha, oh boy Yeah