| Our Father
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| Have a bloody Mary
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| With the shadows in the valley that got hell to raise
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| All hallowed haints and caco-daemons
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| Make the children running, screaming down the ways and lanes
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| Gather like fish in a barrel
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| May we eat until we’re fatter
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| And feel no shame
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| It’s a party, hey, so drink until it’s better
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| For a night if never later
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| Playing backwards games
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| So break the right hand off and leave the left wing for me
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| If I had religion
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| Sabbath to keep sacred
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| I would say the devil’s raising on an autumn day
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| Warn the Christian soldiers, their silent sons and daughters
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| That the devil’s gonna take 'em out on holiday
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| On fire
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| And full of lucky numbers
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| You are one and we are several
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| I will stand as you admire
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| All liars
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| All dressed up together
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| Last hurrah before the winter brings its stakes and wires
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| A cider!
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| One more round together
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| Time to hit the town forever
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| Or to crawl away and die
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| So break the right wing off and leave the left hand be
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| An anthem for the wicked
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| Number for the twisted
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| Taking Halloween 'fore Christmas anyday
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| Gotta warn the Christian soliders I think their time is over
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| Cause the devil’s gonna take 'em out on holiday
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| Eh, la-bas! |