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[نسخ]نسخ!
My lover's got humorShe's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's disapprovalI should have worshiped her soonerIf the heavens ever did speakShe's the last true mouthpieceEvery Sunday's getting more bleakA fresh poison each week'We were born sick,' you heard them say it My Church offers no absolutes.She tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom.'The only heaven I'll be sent toIs when I'm alone with youI was born sick,But I love itCommand me to be wellAmen. Amen. Amen. Amen.Take me to churchI'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your liesI'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that deathless deathGood God, let me give you my lifeTake me to churchI'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your liesI'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that deathless deathGood God, let me give you my lifeIf I'm a pagan of the good timesMy lover's the sunlightTo keep the Goddess on my sideShe demands a sacrificeDrain the whole seaGet something shinySomething meaty for the main courseThat's a fine looking high horseWhat you got in the stable?We've a lot of starving faithfulThat looks tastyThat looks plenty
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