The Truth beneath the Dough

Normally I waste my time with punishing sinners,

but sometimes I need some rest, from tearing the souls out of these pests

Then I take out grandmas old recipe,

some flour and fruits and other things you need for....

Baking a pie

Satan's baking one hellish piece'o'pie

So I stand here preparing the dough,

mixing eggs, flour, and milk and the other goods,

as I'm doing this,

I whistle a song as I'm:

Baking a pie

Satan's baking one hellish piece'o'pie

Because of the fact that it's to damn hot down here,

I ask my good pal god to let the pie cool down in heaven,

but as I come back to claim my masterpiece,

an angel has eaten it all.

Eaten the pie,

Some damn angel has eaten my pie

In a little flow of anger, I destroyed heaven and the earth,

they called it Armageddon - I called it "reimbursement",

now I got some time for my favourite hobby:

Baking a pie

Satan's baking one hellish piece'o'pie

Now as I stood there - in mood for baking,

I had to realise - all eggs are gone,

nevermind, take a chicken I thought,

but I had killed them all:

Now I have no more ingredients for:

...but that's another story