| Broken beams across the doorway
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| Plaster cracked and peeling paper
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| Nicolette wears dirty dresses
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| Bathes herself in last week"s water
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| Their roofs are tin-beaten metal
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| The skeletal have rusty voices
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| Sylvio, he sleeps on headlines
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| Dreams of love and lemon ices
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| But he doesn"t believe, he no longer prays
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| What"s the point, He"s not listening anyway
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| «Cause God never came here
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| He sold them a lie
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| God made a fool of them
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| God passed them by
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| God resents the global franchise
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| Bodies packed like saints entombed
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| Give us now your happy meals
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| Bless us in the baby boom
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| We starve and you demand we pray
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| To the faces etched in stone
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| Auction up your ancient wealth
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| So we can build ourselves a home
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| We need blankets, not you blessings
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| Send us shoes instead of angels
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| Time instead of bibles
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| Bring us bread instead of prayers |