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There's a girl in a dress in a sinful mess |
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With a face just made for kissing |
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What kind of god gives you a rod |
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And say's you can't go fishing |
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Brand New God |
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Everything is wrong it seems |
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From sex to certain dances |
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Keep looking at your feet cause |
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There's damnation in her glaces |
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Brand New God |
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Brand New God |
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He may come on Sunday or not at all |
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He could save a few or save us all |
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When I meet the man to whom he gave his plan |
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In his pockets deep I'll know the man |
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He's the only one whose got a Brand New God |
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They say he left us all a note |
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Called "crucial life instructions" |
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All of it illegible |
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Except the word "Destruction" |
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Brand New God |
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Raise your hands to heaven |
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Keep them outside sheets |
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Cause we'll be checking later |
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And damning all the cheats |
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The girl's still there, her face still able |
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He says you can't eat and sit at my table |
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Brand New God |
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Brand New God |