| When I was a kid things were so different*
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| Everyone’s a friend, everyone’s innocent,
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| I remember singing prayers in school assembly,
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| This almighty god exists, you don’t think no different.
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| Fairytale stories drilled in to my skull,
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| Not one word was true, not fuckin’one,
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| So I ask my self this shit everyday
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| How can you all let Jesus get in your way?
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| God won’t answer your fuckin’prayers,
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| Your logical mind tells you this is true.
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| But you were delusioned from such an early age
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| And your scared about what might not happen to you.
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| You fuckers keep relying on this fuckin’faith
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| But when your times up you won’t leave this place.
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| You’ll join the rest of us, buried with a spade,
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| A feast for all the bugs in your rotting grave!
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| God won’t answer your prayers
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| And you can’t escape this place.
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| Myths and lies and hypocrites
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| I’ll give your religion a miss.
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| I know its sad for you to believe its the end,
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| But there ain’t no reward, so why fuckin’pretend.
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| You keep on fuckin’praying and singin’yer hymns,
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| Whilst I enjoy my life committing yer sins.
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| God won’t answer your prayers
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| And you can’t escape this place.
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| Myths and lies and hypocrites,
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| I’ll give your religion a miss. |