| Bless me, father, I must go away
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| To save us from the one’s who don’t believe
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| Confess me, father, I have sinned
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| But maybe angels really sing
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| For the man who would be king
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| We laugh at your religion
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| You people of the sand
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| We have no superstition
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| You can read it in our hands
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| Forgive me, father, for the change we bring
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| But it’s all for the man who would be king
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| Don’t leave a body standing
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| Not the holy, not the small
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| Deliver us from evil
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| If it’s yours we want it all
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| Lately, father, I’ve been wondering
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| Is the devil just the man who would be king
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| How can right be ever wrong?
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| We are glory, we are stronger than you
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| We never got an answer
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| It’s just too late to ask
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| The bloody flag was waving
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| Our hearts just ran too fast
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| Curse me, father, for the chains we bring
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| And don’t believe the man who would be king
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| We never got an answer
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| The question slipped my mind
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| I’ve been so busy killing
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| I haven’t found the time |