| You know Jesus, the magician
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| Statistician, God bless your superstition
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| Walked on water, turned it into wine
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| Hated faggots, complained about them all the time
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| The world is lousy with religion
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| Of course yours is the true one
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| Your faith can’t make our decisions
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| Aren’t they our decisions anyway?
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| They’re only words, they can’t draw blood
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| Is that a dose of Jesus' love?
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| Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming
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| Razorblades
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| Razorblades, razorblades
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| Your words are so sharp with hate
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| Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming
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| Razorblades
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| Who’d believe us without statisticians?
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| Mounting death tolls, God bless your superstition
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| If there’s no atheists in the trenches
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| I think that maybe they came to their senses
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| The world is lousy with religion
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| Of course yours is a peaceful one
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| Your faith can’t make our decisions
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| Aren’t they our decisions anyway?
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| But they’re only words, they can’t draw blood
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| Is that a dose of Jesus' love?
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| Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming
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| Razorblades
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| Razorblades, razorblades
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| Your words are so sharp with hate
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| Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming
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| Razorblades |