| Me and my brother went to Russia
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| We sang our songs and played our drums and guitars
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| Am I supposed to be impressed with «glasnost»
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| Well, what about the Christians still behind bars?
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| Selah, selah, selah, selah
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| Selah, selah, selah, selah
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| You ripped me off, but I ain’t gonna sue you
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| Our Father doesn’t like it when we act that way
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| Here, take my cloak, but what good will it do you?
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| You’d probably feel much better if we’d stop and pray
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| Selah, selah, selah, selah
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| Selah, selah, selah, selah
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| My songs are spiritual fornication
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| That’s what this television preacher said
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| I guess he knows a lot about fornication
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| I heard he wrote some sermons in a prostitutes bed
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| Selah, selah, selah, selah
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| Selah, selah, selah, selah |