| Say you want to know the truth
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| Well, you can ask me a question
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| I’ll tell you something that you may wanna hear
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| But I’ll lie, lie
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| I don’t really wanna be the bitch that gives a shit, bottles it
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| Deliberately swallows it, one less contestant life
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| They’ll provide the documents to make-believe you’re gonna fit
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| Spend your time as militant self-help perfection hype
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| We can make this real, already tried to go for the gold
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| Let’s go for the stories that remain untold
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| Aliens have spoke to me and shown me how to see
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| The parable is terrible, but I don’t give a sheet
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| A penis wide that towers high is cumming at your feet
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| The stories old, the butthole full of cancer spreading meat
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| Say you wanna know the truth
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| Well, you can ask me a question
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| I’ll tell you something that you may wanna hear (Wanna hear)
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| But I’ll lie
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| And I will never let this go, so open wide
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| 'Cause I know you’ll always know when you lie, lie
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| I don’t really wanna be the bitch that gives a shit, bottles it
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| Deliberately swallows it, one less contestant life
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| They’ll provide the documents to make believe you’re gonna fit
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| Spend your time as militant self help perfection hype
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| I can hear a smacking from the corner of the world
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| A flap, then another flap that their bird has shat a pearl
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| Oil commerce tipped the scale and soaked up all the dung
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| And flung it back for us to catch and eat out of their bums
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| I won’t stop 'til my head, stop 'til my head, stop 'til my head blows
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| I’m in the middle of a midnight mass
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| And everybody on my dick, like «Preacher, preacher»
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| I won’t stop 'til my head, stop 'til my head, stop 'til my head blows
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| I’m in the middle of a midnight mass
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| And everybody on my dick, like «Preacher, preach to me
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| Tell me what you see
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| Tell me what I need to do and who to be» (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| 'Cause I won’t stop 'til my head, stop 'til my head, stop 'til my head blows
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| I’m in the middle of a midnight mass
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| So let’s start a religion
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| They’ll believe in what we say
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| Let’s start a religion
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| We can blind their eyes with faith
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| A new religion
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| We’ll tell them where our spirits go
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| Start a religion
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| I need my ego to explode
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| A new religion (So impressionable)
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| We can make some widows cry (Attend the festival)
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| Start a religion (So impressionable)
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| Can even plan our own demise (Attend the festival)
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| So let’s start a religion (You thought that it mattered?)
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| (You thought they were flattered?)
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| We can save some souls tonight (I'm convinced you’re an actor)
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| (You can take off the wrapper)
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| Let’s start a religion (Yeah, I’ll whip up the batter)
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| (But there’s nothing you can bake)
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| Without me, their souls will die
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| (If your face ain’t light, them crackers act fake tonight) |