| Tell me Father whats the craic
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| Is Jesus really coming back
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| And if he does d’ye think he’ll live here in the 'burbs?
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| Cos id like to help out round the place
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| A few odd jobs for holy grace
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| And i’ll even let you preach your strange old words
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| For ive been a Godless fool
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| They thrashed it outta me at school
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| And i swore id never take a knee again
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| But if you can guarantee me theres
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| A heaven up & a hell down there
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| My wickd sinful ways i’ll seek to mend
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| If all them stars above ar saints in some acord
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| And Les Darcy is among em, then i’ll make peace with the Lord
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| I were spat on, I were beat
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| I were tossed into the street
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| Where I lay cackling in the filthy bloody rain
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| I went from bar to bar
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| Callin dogs jus what they were
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| Until the next one tried to slap me round the brains
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| A bottle of cheap whisky was the key
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| Unlocking beasts inside o' me
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| That oughtn’t see the the light of day
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| I’d shower on all fours
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| Go punch holes in all the doors
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| And drag my heart around like it were dying prey
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| Ive heard him called so many things
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| 'Hey-Sue Christy' 'King of Kings'
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| Is it Mister Father, Son or Holy Ghost?
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| He could turn the water into wine
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| And we can have a laugh about the time
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| He popped up on that old dears slice o' toast
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| Ive been around & seen some things
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| Slept with witches, fought for Kings
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| And ive sung a song o' joy in many lands
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| But if my dog can’t get to Heaven
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| While some mongrels go on livin'
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| I’m not sure he’s got the whole world in his hands |