| Say, what it’s good for? |
| Good for funkin' around
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| Say, what it tastes like? |
| Nothing but you always want more
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| Pray that it fends off evil off of you like a whore
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| Take the streets and ride a reef and pull the sucker down
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| Crucifunkin'
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| Say, that the flags of your soul still suckin' around
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| Feels like you’re living ten feet underground
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| Stay in the doghouse, scratching with your hand in your mouth
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| Take your feet and put 'em in and eat and chain the temple down
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| Crucifunkin'
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| Crucifunkin'
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| Crucifunkin'
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| Stay in your goat house, stay in the morgue
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| Live for the moment when your body’s pulled
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| To live for a castle that’s floating in the sky
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| Might be really silly if your soul forgets to rise
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| Crucifunkin'
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| Crucifunkin'
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| To tether my suspicions
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| I’ve gotta hold with everything I know
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| Yeah, to ride on my condition
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| I gotta push, well, on and on
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| Well, this disease has got me down
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| My fingers scrape the ground
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| 'Cause all I see doesn’t fit
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| My head is spinning 'round
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| You know the gaunt they push while they’re greasing pockets
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| Taking people in their greed has got me down
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| And so I’ll get away from burning silver steeples
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| And crucifunkin' on
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| Say, what it’s good for? |
| Good for funkin' around
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| Say, what it tastes like? |
| Nothing but you always want more
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| Pray that it fends off evil off of you like a whore
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| Take the streets and ride a reef and pull the sucker down
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| Crucifunkin'
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| Crucifunkin'
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| Crucifunkin'
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| Crucifunkin'
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| Crucifunkin'
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| Well, get off your cross and dance |