Lyrics:
porto in braccio, ti porto dove vorrai Sfidando il cielo Il cielo è qui Sul Mummery Il cielo è qui Il cielo è qui Quante voci ho sentito Le porta il vento
Jesus on sale The mummery of preaching, Is His established way; It s foolish preaching in Church nowaday You see them on TV ""asking for money""
It’s all a mummery, money-hungry mumbling mummies Bumbling dummies, and other phrases unbecoming Rumbling tummies been hunting, wanting a little
me new discovery Roses and other puffery Hers is warm and presumptively Charming but anti-mummery I've concluded in summary Swept away by her cunning
a golden codex nailed to my tongue with a hot iron rod I'm the motto from Coat of arms of Belfast There's no religious mummery, yet these words come directly
I'm feeling suddenly Hate myself so utterly Burn my brain with gunnery Cut my face with cutlery Dress me in that luxury Gucci on my mummery Rapping is
the world to the dark Roar of atomic beast A mummery that must be played out Loss of all we've known In toxic rivers and under a blood red sky Suicidal
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