| Every Sunday mornin'
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| I see her stumblin' down the line
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| Out from her house of worship
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| She’s looking for a savior to find
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| She craves a resurection
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| A pretty boy, a sinner to save
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| She thinks that god’s affection
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| Is something to be given away
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| With her great big titilations
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| Down to her hypocrisies
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| Gonna find a pure salvation
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| In every sinner that she meets
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| Holy Roller baby
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| Spreads her gospel all the time
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| Holy Roller baby
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| From a pulpit so devine
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| She’s raisin' Hell this time
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| She calls to Him in anger
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| Will the pleasure ever hide the pain
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| As she approaches Heaven
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| That’s when she starts to callin' His name
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| She comes to find a pure forgiveness
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| And she comes to find a way
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| She thinks the way you try to find it
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| It’s so easy, you just give it away
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| Holy Roller baby
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| Spreads her gospel all the time
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| Holy Roller baby
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| From a pulpit so devine
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| Holy Roller baby
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| Spreads her gospel all the time
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| Holy Roller baby
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| From a pulpit so devine
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| She’s raisin' Hell this time |