| I’m eating the dirt from under your fingernails
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| I’m sucking the spit off the lips of your face
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| I’ll bite the disease from your broken body
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| I’ll eat the anger out of your heart
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| And I’ll drink the shame that weighs down your dirty soul
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| I’ll make you free, give you wings to fly
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| Clear your clouded vision so you can see
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| Crawl up on the cross, take the nail for you
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| Rest your troubled mind throw your worries away
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| Looking for a saviour I’m here to save your day
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| Might not be what you thought I’d be
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| I’m a soiled lamb with a taste for the whip
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| Not a self-righteous cash fiend on a martyr trip
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| Save your prayers shut your mouth and give me some lip
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| Open your eyes
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| Down on your knees
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| Hold on tight
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| Just say please
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| I’m eating the dirt from under your fingernails
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| I’m sucking the spit off the lips of your face
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| I’ll bite the disease from your broken body
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| I’ll eat the anger out of your aching heart
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| And I’ll drink the shame that weighs down your dirty soul
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| I’ll make you free, give you wings to fly
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| Clear your clouded vision so you can see
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| Crawl up on the cross, take the nail for you
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| Don’t treat me f**king royal
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| I’m not wearing no crown of thorns
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| I’m gonna save ya honey 'til Gabriel blows his horn
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| Now blow motherf**ker!
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| This ain’t the second coming or the third or the first
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| I’ll be coming baby 'til I quench your thirst
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| Open your eyes
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| Down on your knees
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| Hold on tight
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| Just say please
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| I’m eating the dirt from under your fingernails
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| I’m sucking the spit off the lips of your face
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| I’ll bite the disease from your broken body
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| I’ll eat the anger out of your aching heart
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| And I’ll drink the shame that weighs down your dirty soul
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| I’ll make you free, give you wings to fly
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| Clear your clouded vision so you can see
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| Crawl up on the cross, take the nail for you |