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O Holy Father |
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Divine Provider |
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Grant me my prayer |
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All I desire |
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It's been a long, long time since you faced the truth |
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You haven't heard the voice of god since your wasted youth |
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Faith of your father, holy faith |
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In the dollar almighty and the tithing plate |
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And you'd like to rub my face in it |
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Your god, your god |
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And you'd like to rub my face in it |
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Your god, your god, your god is |
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Mammon Pew after pew in the house of the lord |
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Nod their heads at the sermon while they mind the store |
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And their holiest book is a |
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PDA It's got god's cell number if you find time to pray |
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And you'd like to rub their face in it |
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Your god, your god |
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Even though you have no faith in it |
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Your god is |
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Mammon, your god is dead |
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And you rage and fume at the godless ones |
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Cause they don't understand how the company runs |
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And they think it's the money that you care about |
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You pretend to be offended when they figure it out |
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Tell me what kind of heaven do you think awaits |
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When your ass is too fat to fit the pearly gates? |
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It's like the eye of a needle and a limosine |
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Paradise is set aside for the less obscene |
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You only care for the power that the lucre brings |
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And you have no love for any living thing, save |
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Mammon And you'd like to rub our face in it |
