| (I Wanna Be A) Dumbcharger |
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| To seek the blood from precious stones is blasphemy |
| The perfect angels will monitor your intentions |
| God keeps his famous children, be respectable |
| Temptation creeps to you like rapists in the night |
| So smoke the rockets and float the boats |
| We’ll man our stations like devil goats |
| And hope to hell we hear the bell |
| To let us now go home |
