Pained stagger out of the Taco Bell
Five burritos, you just chowed down
With extra onions and fire sauce
Now a strong urge to push out brown

Aquatic sounds from your lower bowels
Electrical storm in your gut
Racing home to the bathroom
All the while clenching your butt

And now you're trembling on the toilet seat
Sharting down into a foamy sea
Feels like you're passing razor blades
Screeching like a wounded banshee

All of us get bad diarrhea
Dreamers learn to stifle their scream
All of us do time on the toilet
Dreamers turn to apply hemorrhoid cream
Turn around and turn around and turn around
Turn around and wipe your wounded ass
Don't turn your back
And fan the smell towards me

It's not as if your tortured butt
Drops the only load
It's not as if you're all alone
In wanting to explode

Someone set a bad example
Made over-indulgance seem okay
A frequenter of Noble Roman's
Who lives for the pizza buffet

And now you're trembling on the toilet seat
Sharting down into a foamy sea
Feels like you're passing razor blades
Screeching like a wounded banshee

(chorus repeats about here, I think)

No hero in your comedy
No ointment for bleeding bottom parts
No diluting that foul odor
Nothing smells like diarrhea farts
God, what have you shat?

(chorus repeats again)