Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction,
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Forgive our sins (and those who've sinned against us.)
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Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues,
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Selling faux sermons.
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Because I am a new wave gospel sharp,
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And you'll be thy witness.
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So gentlemen, if you are going to preach.
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Then for God sakes preach with conviction.
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Strike up the band!
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Woa-Oh the conductor is beckoning,
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Come congregation,
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And let's sing it like you mean it.
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No, don't you get it don't you get it?
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Now don't you move. [x2]
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Just stay where I can see you.
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Douse the lights!
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We sure are in for a show tonight.
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In this little number we are graced,
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By two displays of character.
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We've got: the gunslinger extraordinaire,
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VS. the walking contradictions.
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And I for one can see no blood from the hearts,
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And the wrists you allegedly slit.
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And I for one wont stand for this,
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If this scene were a parish you'd all be condemned.
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Strike up the band!
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Woa-Oh the conductor is beckoning,
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Come congregation,
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And let's sing it like you mean it.
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No, don't you get it don't you get it?
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Now don't you move. [x2]
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Just stay where I can see you.
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Douse the lights!
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We sure are in for a show tonight. [x2]
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Just stay where I can see you.
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Douse the lights!
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La da da da da da da, Da da da da da da da,
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La da da da da da da.
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Strike up the band!
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Woa-Oh the conductor is beckoning,
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Come congregation,
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And let's sing it like you mean it.
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No, don't you get it don't you get it?
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Now don't you move. [x2]
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Don't you move. Don't you move,
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Strike up the band!
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I Constantly Thank God For Esteban
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| Panic! at the disco |
