| Jesus got my mom and then
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| He beat her up so bad
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| He beat her up so bad
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| Who can save us now that God’s gone mad
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| Jesus got my mom and then
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| He beat her up so bad
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| Who will save me from the witch
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| Who lives across the way
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| She lives across the way
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| No one will believe a word I say
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| Jesus got my mom and then
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| He beat her up so bad
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| Who will save me from the man
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| Who wheels the grinding stone
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| He wheels the grinding stone
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| Watching as the witches burn their boat
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| Jesus got my mom and then
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| He beat her up so bad
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| From my brow she brushed my hair
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| Like grass from tiny grave
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| Like grass from tiny grave
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| Who I thought that fretful hand could save
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| Jesus got my mom and then
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| He beat her up so bad
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| He beat her up so bad |