Sacred patience (and a short silence)
And we will be sure as eggs is eggs
That Jesus'll hold his fiery hand to the gun
And together we'll blow him to the ends of the earth
To the ends of the earth
See has no lines on the sore palms of his hands
On the palms of his
He went off dead
He went off dead with his hand with his
Big gun fire hand
Big gun fire hand in his mouth in his hand
And puts a big gun up inside of his mouth and he
Fires till he cries
A bullet his gullet and he fires till he cries
Up inside till he
Click! (run!)
Hello sir I'm in a tango in a different timing
I will never lose my anger, I haven't got a secret
Secrets are in my secret box down my avenue
Suck away my tiny dress
I'm cleaner than a filthy mess!
Cleaner than a big mess!
Sacred patience (and a short silence)
And we will be sure as eggs is eggs
That Jesus'll hold his fiery hand to the gun
And together we'll blow him to the ends of the earth
To the ends of the earth
See has no lines on the sore palms of his hands
On the palms of his
Click! (run!)
Hello sir I'm in a tango in a different timing
I will never lose my anger, I haven't got a secret
Secrets are in my secret box down my avenue
Suck away my tiny dress
I'm cleaner than a filthy mess!
Cleaner than a big mess!
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