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For you it's very easy |
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For you to spread the blame |
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For you it's very easy |
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It's done in another's name |
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Holy water burns like acid |
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Incense subdues the sheep |
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You're as clean as the Virgin Mary |
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From your mouth the poison seeps |
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I used to think it was funny |
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But it's very sad |
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That so many can be fooled |
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By a poor man in drag |
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All you seek are confessions |
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Like you were a god |
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Giving rosary beads to the Irish |
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Giving tambourines to the Welsh |
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You're crippled by guilt |
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Like a blamed dog |
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She can't control her own body |
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She must give it to God |
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I used to think it was funny |
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But it's very sad |
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That so many can be fooled |
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By a poor man in drag |
