| Dear Mrs. Blackhouse may God curse you on the ground
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| You take the blessed crucifix and turn it upside down
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| You drink the blood of Jesus so gentle, mild and meek
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| And even He will find it hard to turn the other cheek
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| Chorus:
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| Can you hear us Mrs. Blackhouse? |
| Do you listen?
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| Are you gonna put a ban on people kissing?
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| Now we’re gonna make a stand. |
| We want freedom in the land
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| Can you hear us Mrs. Blackhouse? |
| Can you hear?
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| Where were you two thousand years ago?
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| When the babe in swaddling clothes was in the snow?
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| And what know ye of customs, Mrs. Blackhouse, in the East?
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| And what did happen Judas just before the final feast
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| Chorus
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| So dear Mrs. Blackhouse, Mrs. Christian without soul
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| Were you there when the deeds were done and the sacrament was whole?
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| Who protected Mary Magdalene and raised the dead and bones?
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| And remember he who has no sin can cast the firstest stone
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| Chorus
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| Chorus
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| Can you hear us Mrs. Blackhouse? |
| Can you hear?
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| Can you hear us Mrs. Blackhouse? |
| Can you hear?
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| Can you hear us Mrs. Blackhouse? |
| Can you hear? |