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A Goddam Hill
I’ll bring the nails
You get the wood
The plan never fails
Who thinks it should?
He plays the hurt one
Toying with fire
Claimed he was God’s son
What a fuckin’ liar
I’ll find the place
You smack his face
Plenty of blood to drink
Never the time to think
Man lives by bread alone
We are merely flesh and bone
Shut the hell up about your heaven
First there’s four, five, six and seven
Give me that spear
I’ll stab the queer
Your putrid love
Is cursed by fear
Die today
For all the sin
Then on Sunday
Pronounce your win
Bring the whip
I’ll do the beating
Losing my grip
Passion is fleeting
Why won’t he leave me
In my misery?
Die, you feckless teacher
Alone, sucking for air
Be silent, ragged preacher
The world does not care
We are filth, a moral flirt
Squeezed together from the dirt
We are nothing but skin and trash
Shut your mouth, take the lash
We just won’t, can’t you see?
We just can’t, leave us be
Yet the stranger of Galilee
Continues to smile at me
Though wracked with pain
He will never refrain
So we murdered a King
On a goddam hill
Let his praises ring
For he trusts us still.
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