| Up on the cross, looking down
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| My arsehole is the sea and in it you’ll drown
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| (Up on the cross, looking down)
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| In God we trust, in cars we rust
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| Brain is soaked from ultraviolent rays
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| Phone keeps ringing, ringing ears in the night
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| In God you trust, in cars you rust (rust)
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| Sticks and stones may break your bones
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| But names will never hurt us
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| (Living on promises of what could’ve been)
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| The flesh is stretched, the flesh is blue
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| The smell of it all is — coming — over you (ha)
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| (Living on promises)
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| In God we trust, in cars you rust (rust)
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| Sticks and stones might break your bones
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| But names will never hurt us
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| In God you trust, in cars (we) you rust
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| Talk, talk, talk, talk some more
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| Till you’re blue in the face
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| (Talk, talk, talk, talk some more)
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| Your head’s on the floor
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| You’re blue in the face
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| Kick it around and talk some more
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| Kick it around and talk some more, talk some more
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| In God we trust, in cars we rust
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| The skin is stretched, the skin is blue
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| The smell of it all is coming — over you
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| In God we trust, in cars we rust
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| (Now I find it has me)
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| Bones are bleached from ultraviolent rays
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| (Oh God why me?)
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| The phone is ringing, ringing ears in the night
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| (I trusted you totally)
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| In God we trust
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| The flesh is stretched, the flesh is blue
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| The smell of it all is — coming — over you
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| In God I trust, in my car I rust
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| In cars we rust, in God we trust
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| In cars we rust, in God we trust
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| (Wade/Wade/James/Freshwater) |