| Born by womb untouched by man
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| Or a horny mortal man’s error
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| Flower power prophet of one
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| Spelled dog in the mirror
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| You hide behind stained glass windows
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| In fear of real world outside
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| Kneeling prostitute your souls
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| To reach his kingdom way up high
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| And then you castrate your pride in search
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| Of answers to your prayers
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| Well they may be reaching the heavens
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| But they unanswered remain
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| If so let his anger strike me down
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| Like lightning from clear sky
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| For I’m questioning your lord
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| His almightyness I defy
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| Sons of bitches whores of Christ
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| Your f*cking prayers won’t do
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| When it comes closer to deadline
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| You still don’t have no f*cking clue
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| How one in heaven can sit patiently
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| And watch the masses starve
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| On empty stomachs they may go
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| And to this kingdom it is far
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| In writtings you read and believe
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| In seven days the hog
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| Created light and what the f*ck else
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| But then who created God
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| You think the death of one man
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| Selfproclaimed the son of God a lost
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| But raise Hell and high water coz I rock and roll
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| Well, be my guest and crawl to your cross
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| The bigger cross the better Christian
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| Says the book of God’s commands
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| But when you reach out you’ll find
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| No one to grab thy f*cking hand
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| And finally when truth comes clear
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| About death then what will you do
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| Y’see there’s nowhere left to hide
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| From the grave waiting for you too
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| I have the knowledge guts and need
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| To questioning anything behind
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| Those pretty promises of heaven
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| Can’t you see that you are blind
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| Because of one whose words you preach
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| And fall onto your knees before
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| Do not exist in fact I doubt
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| He’ll knock your fu*king doors
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| Sons of bitches whores of Christ
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| Your prayers never could
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| What I think faith in yourself and
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| Sane minds and hard work really could
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| Because to put all hope in one uphigh
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| Is sheer insanity
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| It will show fatal to us all
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| Yes, even f*cking dangerously
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| You call yourselves the chosen ones
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| Because you’ve «seen» his light and soul
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| Well I’ve got news for you I’m stronger
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| Because I’ve got rock and roll
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| You think just coz you pray
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| Your souls’ll be saved at any cost
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| While I’ll burn coz I rock and roll
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| Well, go one make my day crawl to your cross |