Satan shows up on TV every Sunday morning
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I would have kissed her once again but I found her rather boring
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To listen to his messages
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Is like licking razor blades
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Seems like every time I play my hand shits commn¡¯ up in spades
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My clothing¡¯s nothing buy miss~matched
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As you can see I broke my arm
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The fucker swore to take care of me
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But he only brought me harm
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The blueberries on my toast
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Are red and stale and rotten
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You ask me what all their names were and its guaranteed I'd forgotten
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If she could only anticipate the damage that¡¯s begun
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I would have caught the flight with her but I'm too tired to run
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When you find my naked body
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Please do heed my warning
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Satan shows up on TV every Sunday morning
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My Satan Poem
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| Bif Naked |
