Lyrics:

My God is worshipped down at the harbour.. he swims in the water and smiles at all the tourists as he helps unclog the motors from the weeds and maybe some old plastic bags that some old bum used for a homemade adult diaper and later tossed into the deep and unsuspecting waters that nobody can see anything at night because it's dark. But it's a whole different ball game when the morning comes -- stupid old man. Don't you know that shit helps to fertilize weeds? But my God is thankful for it, but now everyone knows that you shit your pants.