Penal Colony of Death

There's this crushin camp where I like to go
Where con guys fry and die real slow
It's a fantasy camp for the terminal bad
For robbers, rapists, hoods
And non child supportin dads
You'd need to see it to believe it
Monster trucks patrol the grounds
piloted by transvestite sadists in 
clerical garb, beating non-order
following scum with live cats.
A pot of soft boiled human entrails
is manned by the keeper of the Goat 
of Mendes... the anti-christ himself
Glenn Danzig who serves up cannibalistic
last suppers to 77 record store owners
guilty of selling bootleg Misfits T-shirts
In the Lipo-suction Luncheonette, 2 ton
gallon drums... Gay, homosexual, faggot Catholic
pedophile priests are then lowered head first
into the still warm and bloody gristle till
their last breath gurgles to the surface...
They are then stacked like cordwood, and are 
set upon by 30 rabid, starving hyenas... Meanwhile
in sector 9, ultra violent felons have their 
tattooed and supine flesh flexed into rock formations...
guzzling steroid shakes and being forced
to watch Henry Rollins excercise tapes until they
beg for death... the sickoids from Ward 3 are
then marched single file to Bert Convy's enema pit
where they are inflated rectally with a nitrous/helium
blend... the giddy and bloadted stickmen then soar to 
an altitude of 1000 feet where they are blasted out of 
the sky by the ever vicious corps of Bitchguards, 
The Lunachicks, who take em out in spectacular fireballs
with shoulder fired missiles... and don't forget the 
Noddy Holder look-a-like contest and mug shot derby,
which will be followed by our annual Pro Choice march of 
death... Inmates recieve a free carton of ciggarettes for every
pro-life dog that's stomped into a meatloaf... Tickets to 
the Penal Colony of Deathare available at all ticket
outlets... Keep the spirit alive... There is money in death
and we shall prosper... Felons beware...