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Give us our bread and bury our dead |
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And kneel to the cross on the wall |
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Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake |
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Just kneel to the cross on the wall |
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We've original sin, but we might just get in |
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If we beg to the cross on the wall |
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It's rattle your sabre and love your neighbours |
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But kneel to that cross on the wall. |
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See the roof fall, hear the bells crash |
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As flesh and bone turn to ash |
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Tried to conquer the sun with a Christian frost |
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The corpses' stench beneath the cross |
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Give them gold and they'll save your soul |
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And kneel to the cross on the wall |
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Hail to the boss of the great unwashed |
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And kneel to the cross on the wall |
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They wail and weep, the march of the sheep |
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As they go to the cross on the wall |
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And it's ever so wrong to dare to be strong |
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So kneel to the cross on the wall |
