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It's a series of bars, thrift stores and churches lining the streets |
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While women with gold crosses push kids into half-formed beliefs |
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And if Lord was righteous, |
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I think I'd rather not be |
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We lean on fences built from out-dated morality |
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It's a gang mentality |
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It's a dangerous thing |
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They don't ask you to think, just to repeat after me |
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And assume you're too careless to look at it critically |
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You'll stop progress if it contradicts what you're told to believe |
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I refuse to spend life on my knees |
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These billboards that flaunt these scare tactics |
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Make me think you're only good if you're afraid of being punished |
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Every single |
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Sunday, church bells wake me up |
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But it's never enough to pull me out of bed |
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The church on |
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Main Street has got its doors painted red |
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And I guess it's so the |
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Angel of Death passes over it |
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On its way to get gas |
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The church over on |
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Broad Street has got a neon sign that says |
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Jesus Save |
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Me And I guess it's so |
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God can see from where he is in the cheap seats |
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I refuse to spend life on my knees |
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And I won't let somebody else make my decisions for me |
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If we're all just |
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Christians or |
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Lions Then |
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I think I'd rather be on the side with sharper teeth |
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I don't need saving |