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He heft a leather bound Bible up with two hands |
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Then he slammed it down over my head |
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Now he can tell you about the sins of man |
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But he must of skipped over the words in red |
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Love your brothers and your sisters, take care of each other |
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Love your enemies as well as your friends |
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Tend the poor and the sick and the ones in jail |
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Give away your wealth, say the words in red |
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Blessed are the meek, they'll inherit the earth |
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Blessed are the wine and bread |
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Blessed are those that hunger and thirst |
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Blessed are the words in red |
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Words in red, words in red |
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These are the words that Jesus said |
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The words that Jesus told |
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Worth the wait in the world of gold |
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Now, he's a sinner-huntin' preacher in the red light zone |
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At least that's what the papers said |
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The finger pointing fools are the first to go |
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And turn their back on the words in red |
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You can call it myth or a church man's dream |
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You can damn it all from A to zed |
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You can bury it deep, you can sell it out cheap |
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But you can never lose the words in red |
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Words in red, words in red |
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These are the words that Jesus said |
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The words that Jesus told |
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Worth the weight of the world of gold |
