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Stress and pray everyday while people playin sport
Worry myself sick, so I be tryin to stay active
But death is lookin more and more attractive
Lord
squeeze, please
 Lord, I love you, I need you, yeah
 Yeah, right by my side
 I need you here by my side
 But I can't help it baby
 But I'll be home soon
shall fall as Abel fell to Cain
By fire, by storm, by hail & by rain
The Sacred triad, the three that are one
Shall serve the word, thy will shall be
And hope comes no matter how far down I sink the roots of my raising run deep

I pulled into the driveway Lord it sure was good to be there
And I could
You will join our church and be glad to be saved. 
Or we'll slaughter your children and your women we'll rape. 

Christians murdered Indians. 

I
comes no matter how far down I sink the roots of my raising run deep

I pulled into the driveway Lord it sure was good to be there
And through the open
doesn't believe in their stagnant lord, 
Never will I give up, scared by his only son,
All that I conjure conflict what your bible want
Always forever
Quest

I'm waiting, I'm waiting, to stand by your side
To fight with you over the sea
The're calling, they're calling, I have to be there
The Holy
oh baby, I just need your tender lovin'
To keep me sane in this burnin' oven 
When my time is up, be my rainbow
Like Adam's work on God's green
fingers in your ears, like the atheistic heathen you are. Agnostics may want to plug just one ear. 

(sung)
May my every sneeze be blessed
May I pass I
squeeze, please
 Lord, I love you, I need you, yeah
 Yeah, right by my side
 I need you here by my side
 But I can't help it baby
 But I'll be home soon
of sorrow defending his name,
No one or nothing will ever be saved

Destroy the will of a lord who waits your death
Bring forth the end to the threats
I’ve never been
To hear a Ghandala play

If I can only make it to heaven
That will be good enough for me
Because heaven is the place
Where I want to be
Yeah, I'm giving it over

Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
ain't to mark in my moves
I don't fuck with the Christians pardon the Jews
Rep the new age in the garden of fruits
Adam told Eve not to eat that crop
She
ain't to mark in my moves
I don't fuck with the Christians pardon the Jews
Rep the new age in the garden of fruits
Adam told Eve not to eat that crop
She
be who I used to desperately wanted to be,
I'm too worried 'bout the Lord gettin' credit instead of me.

And you can have the money, and you can
the hurt they can
By throwing rocks and hiding their hands
You dig one ditch you better dig two
For the trap you set just might be for you.
Lord put it
time to get me gear together,
I don't need to worry about the weather.
Ramble in for a pint of stout,
And you'd never know who'd be hangin' about!
no between
Tell her jump off, jump in the sea
I brought a bungee with me
She want to be down, she want to be down
She want to be down, she want
trout
Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout
Heard the pussy was good, big niggas fell victim
Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian
She
"I have wealth beyond measure-
My treasures are words
Forged by time in a tale of
Such beauty they cry to be heard.
Still a young fool was I
evermore your image
And your thought,
Denial by the mass,
The church of god destroyed,
Jesus forbid return,
His lore to all be gone
but by the Lord's grace still existing
Should be in depression La trill is missing, cousins in prison
Heard Little Ricky was snitching, now he's
And never try to see the penitentiary walls
I walk barefoot on the equator with the mental acumen of Bob Lazar
My frame can't be explored by y'all radar
My