Crawl hosts heav'nward, bread burgeoner,
Tooth-bridge mountin', leavened dough is risen
High like rolls, aired, bloated from the yeast.
Tongues spurt from the mouths, been opened for the feast.

CHORUS:
Corpus rose, tainted host;
Chew--the taste, kinda strong.
Bread burgeoner, mouthin' manna;
Tainted host; corpus rose.

Call the bak'ry and then say, "Sirs,
Like a pasty taste for new chew wafers.
Dark and crusty ain't right when we dine.
Crispy takes more chewin' time; fear 't sops up the wine."

CHORUS

I hear the clois-ter; their moanin' showers the hallways.
It's raised the loaf; decline they the high host, fall and pray
For shrivin', down they go; they get to kneelin'
'Cause there will be no host blessed today,
Fressed today.

CHORUS 2x

Tainted host; up corpus rose;
Tastes like toast; tug cork from Rhône.