| A loving priest, a lonely town
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| Everybody wants a piece of it now
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| There’s a static, it’s alive in the battleground
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| Blow the horn and then we wait for the sound
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| Step back on the stair to black
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| They all need a piece of it
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| They all want something
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| The filthy lies
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| Our people, they fantasize
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| Hold the light
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| Reach for life
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| No sacrifice
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| No offer in sacred rite
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| Bow for one or for none
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| We’ll burn them 'til the end
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| Cross on top of it
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| Men bow down and snap the neck for it
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| Hang 'em high
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| The population in a rack now
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| Looking to overcome it somehow
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| Flirting with the conversion
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| A dirge within the confines
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| A dirge within the confines
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| Relieve it somehow
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| Soaked in red toe to head
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| Deathbed desire
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| Fire
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| Soaked in red toe to head
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| Deathbed desire
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| Fire
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| One god
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| For the one god
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| Everywhere there’s one god
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| For the one god
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| Everywhere the burning of our gods
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| One god
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| For the one god
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| Everywhere there’s one god
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| For the one god
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| Everywhere the burning of our gods
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| Everywhere the burning of our gods
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| Open up the heart or die
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| We’ll burn them 'til the end
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| Cross on top of it
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| Men bow down and snap the neck for it
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| Hang 'em high
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| Hang 'em high
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| The filthy lies
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| Our people, they fantasize
|
| Hold the light
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| Reach for life
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| No sacrifice
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| No offer in sacred rite
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| Bow for one or for none
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| They’ve got 'em pulling in a rack now (Pulling in a rack)
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| Soaked in red toe to head
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| Deathbed desire
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| Fire
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| Soaked in red toe to head
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| Deathbed desire
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| Fire |