| Give me Mother Mary’s baby
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| And cocaine white…
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| A re-arranged kiss, with a virgin bride.
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| Oil from the Earth
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| And Dollars from the sky
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| I married a song who won’t come home, and now I know why.
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| I use you like a tourniquet, well just remember you asked for this.
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| Well just remember you asked for this…
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| A President’s mouth
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| And maybe his wife
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| A key to a city
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| And I’ll show her a good time, here
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| I use you like a tourniquet, just remember you asked for this
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| True, (True!)
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| Look what I did to you.
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| It’s too good to be True, (True!)
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| Still not as bad as what you’ve done to you…
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| Give me your deaf and your blind
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| For the ones that I made numb
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| I’ll dance around to the sound of your gun, starin' into the sun
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| Look at what I did to me, and look at what you’ve done to you
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| We’ll get better as the days swallow themselves
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| Cause this is all we know how to do…
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| How I’d kill to be clean.
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| And christened in the Holy Mud.
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| I’m a sinner in the hands… I’m a sinner in the hands
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| Of a God that could use a good laugh, ha, ha, hah… |