Song Lyrics

Forget that whore you always tell
That you can keep her out of hell
She just cackles to your face
She's above your silly faith

She don't give a damn about your soul
She can see it's full of holes
She said it ain't life affirming to be an idiot like you

Maybe better than it ain't to want heaven than not
But you think you're such a saint gospel truth is you're a snot

You little snot
You're all things not
We hope you rot
You little snot

There'd be ideas in your head
If you did all that you said
If you've ever had a dose
Of experience it'd show

Maybe better than it ain't to want heaven than not
But you think you're such a saint gospel truth is you're a snot

You little snot
You're all things not
We hope you rot
You little snot

Mister-holier-than-thou
Self righteous-hold-me-down
Too creepy to be a clown
At night the stars will always come in the day so shines the sun
That's how it's done

Where they sell cheap crucifixes
And dollar statues of St. Francis
Under light of sex-shows signs
Did you come to save me mine

You little snot
You're all things not
We hope you rot
You little snot

Michael Brooks, Eric Keith Jackson, Brian Jabas Smith

The duration of Snot is 3:07 minutes and seconds.