The Chinese belive there is a god of everything
A god of the sun the moon the wind and rain

It's hard to imagine and it may sound absurde,
but there's even a patron saint of ben-curd

GUan-Di is his name
Guan-Di is his name
Guan-You Guan-Me Guan-Di
Guan-Di is his name

In the mining town of Goldlick the year was 1870
the Chinese came to work, and rid themselfs of poverti
primitiv conditions, long hours in the mines
trying to get ahead, (can't hear what they sing here)

then one night it happend, disaster struck
a rumble from belowe, the Chinese were stuck
An old chinamen pray, for the loved ones he so cherised
asking the sait of curd, to protect the souls who perished

Guan-Di is his name
Guan-Di is his name
Guan-You Guan-Me Guan-Di
Guan-Di is his name

With flashing red eyes, and a flowing white beard
everyone knew he was a god to be feard

no living creature survived his wrath
everyone knew not to ever cross his path

Guan-Di is his name
Guan-Di is his name
Guan-You Guan-Me Guan-Di
Guan-Di is his name

Guan-Di is his name
Guan-Di is his name
Guan-You Guan-Me Guan-Di
Guan-Di is his name
*Decapitated*


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From the movie "My name is bruce"