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Aborteum. |
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I said Luciani |
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The future's here today |
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I said Hey Luciani |
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Pope of three three days |
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They made out you were are an ultra nut |
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And had no time for your Christianity |
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You paid with your life for their treachery |
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The future's here today |
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The future's here to stay |
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Luciani |
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Hey Luciani |
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Jesus has gone away |
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I said Hey Luciani |
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Meet the Church, Bank, S.A.** |
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They said you were of peasant stock |
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And one day the curia murdered you |
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Your hermeneutics are through |
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And on that fruited plain |
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The corporate bishop's graze |
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Exit church of poverty and pain |
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The future's here today |
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The future's here to stay |
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Hey Luciani |
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A pop star in your cell |
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I said Hey Luciani |
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A Polish son of Hell |
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You were the first John Paul I |
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How is it your 'Christian' is gone? |
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Can you see it from your grave? |
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The TV snow-storm on top, |
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The brass Holy Grail |
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Imitation for sale |
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The future's here today |
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Luciani |
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And all the cowls are black |
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On an inquisition rack |
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The future's here today |
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The future's here to stay |
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Luciani |
