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a snowman
And pretend that he is possum brown
He'll say, 'Are you married?', we'll say, 'No man!'
But you can do the job when you're in town

Later
Over head
You hang a twig of merry mistletoe and
Ol' Saint Nicholas gay are we
Catching kisses by the yuletide tree

How does it feel to be such
a snowman
We'll pretend that he's parts and brown
We'll say no man but you can do the job
When you're in town later one we'll conspire
As we dream by
Wings of angels tears of saints
Prayers and promises won't bring you back
Come to me in dreams again
Wings of angels tears of saints

I lost you
Saints bastards
Lacivicious priest, abuser
Perversious act covered up
Priesthood violated the truth
Bastard saints

Liars, who are you to abuse lives
we are BONDED by the First Amendment!  We have the
freedom of EXPRESSION!  We have the freedom of CHOICE!  And you,
Chinese, black, green, purple, Jew,
"Luke's concerts are for adults"
Luke (being interviewed):
"If it's an adult show you have to be 18"
"Our record is a year old, but with all
of horror
You are the blue light of peace and loneliness

You are loveless saint
You are the scale by which i measure my own strength
You are
known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you. 
Whatever. 
All up in my face with that
Are you ready?
But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You
that...

Jon: are you ready? !? 

Fred: but halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. you little fairy, smelling
All your flowers. nappy hairy chest,
ways
Challenge the system
Relating is easy on a demo
Did I meet you on that demo?
Now they'll send it by memo
Fax me a memo

'Cause there's no
praised
With angels and saints we sing worthy are You Lord 
You will be praised You will be praised
With angels and saints we sing worthy are You Lord
afraid
Let it out, I wanna hear your thunder
Sinners! Are you ready to rage?
Loud and proud, I wanna hear your thunder
Saints! Don’t be afraid
The man
that's strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons
that's strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul
are my middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons, what do you
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons
a hero
See your name in bright lights
Swept away with grand illusions
Force fed visions of fame
Your guard is down
You are the hunted
In a corporate
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake* by an ol´ mama lion
Cain´t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons,
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Can't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons
are my middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons, what do you
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Can't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons,
and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons and what do ya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
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