El Homo - R.I.P NED FLANDERS

I’m the Homo!
You’ve come this far, Ned Flanders

You were meant for a mustache, but you’re not a cop
You acted all holy, but you drank the wine a lot
You’d close the Bible and spread your legs wide
You hand it over to the reverend with pride

Hey you, Ned Flanders!
What pretty pink panties
Hey you, Ned Flanders!
What happened to your wife?
Hey you, Ned Flanders!
Don’t get all jealous
Stupid Flanders, I’m off with another sweetheart!

Expert at giving me trauma
Why don’t you like me?
Oh, poor Magda who fell from the bleachers
Confesses to the priest 'cause she goes to mass in her underwear
There’s nothing wrong with that
Don’t deny what you do!

'Cause you preach to Christ and hide under his wounds
Then you get mad when bad things come to you
Your neighbor Homer fills your yard with bullets
I thought it was a sin to be a bullet

I’ll break your window and empty out your room
When you see me with your stuff, you don’t say a word
Next time I pass by, I’ll take your shovel
To bury your body after this burn, bite the pillow

Homer, they know we’re the top dogs in the hood

Your dad was a weirdo and was missing a few screws
Since he couldn’t raise you right, you hate him so much it burns
Are your kids like this 'cause you messed up their heads?
If not for that, they were born with problems, oh what a shame
Your family was perfect
I don’t know where your wife is, she always called me to get down
We’re not religious, but we’re in a cult
We bleed the pigs with delusions of a prophet
You need to stop playing that fake character and accept yourself as you are

You’ve come this far, Flanders
Our love is no longer a secret

But what game are you playing, you little shit?

Before cheating on him with Skinner, I should’ve thought twice
And I’m selling all the purses you gave me
And the ones I stole
Our love is no longer a secret
And it’s no longer love.