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A needy world greets the new messiah. |
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Taking applications for disciples. |
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To touch the hem of his leather trousers, unleashes the fury of his healing powers. |
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His feet we're blistered for you sins, and painful melvins in the high school gym. |
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From those who doubted "He" was "Him". |
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The savior of our souls- |
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Lord Michael. [Chorus:] |
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I'm exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the |
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Lord of Dance. |
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The whirling dervish |
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Son of Man, repent while you still can. |
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His wonders work in mysterious ways. |
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Arms are still above his furious legs. |
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A simple shuffle and a full plie, he's making |
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Zima out of |
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Perrier. He's got one commandment for his scribes to tell- "Ignite your passion" or burn in hell. |
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Hallelujah we are in his debt, baptized from his holy sweat. [Chorus:] |
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I'm exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the |
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Lord of Dance. |
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The whirling dervish |
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Son of Man, repent while you still can. |
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The Lord of |
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Lords declares a holy war on the on the onlookers and the wallflowers. [Chorus:] |
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I'm exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the |
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Lord of Dance. |
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The whirling dervish |
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Son of Man, repent while you still can. |
