| Were I just a dude like you
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| And not shat out in the back of a car
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| With a bumpersticker with a fish on
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| I’d take care not to end up
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| On the far side of my pitchfork
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| And sent back with the stork
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| See I am one of many
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| A certified tool of the Lord
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| With a collar to prove
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| That I am fit to read the bible loud and clear
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| Anywhere
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| Now join my Ministry of Pain
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| And spend your life as terminally insane
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| Or rest assured
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| There will be a Bloody Hell to pay one day
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| Heck I was never told
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| That the salvation of your soul
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| Lies at the end of someones butthole
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| Indoctrination by poking bungs
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| In doctor nation, there is no fun
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| Now receive the Lord as I myself received His infinite grace
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| And know the Pokémon is the devil incarnate
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| And don’t get me started on the music of the youth of today
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| Now join my Ministry of Pain
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| And spend your life as terminally insane
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| Or rest assured
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| There will be a Bloody Hell for the stillborn in Armageddon
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| Who will be the first to throw the stone?
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| You know, God would go far
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| If He just stepped down from the clouds
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| With his big throwing arm
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| And his beard — puffy like a sheep-farm
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| And his big gold cross around his neck
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| The neck he invented for himself
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| And for all of Mankind
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| Thank you God
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| For the neck we have received
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| It’s the neck we use… When we… Turn our heads
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| I’ll serve you what you need to eat
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| Like Angels for Breakfast…
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| …And God for Lunch
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| I wish I brought me something good to separate the flesh
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| From the bones ‘cause the meat is dry
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| And when you chew with your mouth open Zombie Jesus will rise
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| And take you hunting ‘till the Dawn of Time! |