I read in the paper that god was dead,
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but I saw the devil laughing in the terminal.
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He was leaving out of new york city,
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said he's gotta get away, gotta get out of the city.
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Staring at his reflection in the television,
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I'm looking around for a new position,
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when Jesus Christ comes up to me,
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asking if I can spare some spare change to get back to New Jersey.
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You act like I don't understand, I understand, now ask me if I care.
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You're standing too close to me.
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I gotta get away, gotta get out of the city.
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So what if I don't give a damn, I can't see the sky,
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buildings towering around me, and you're standing to close to me,
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I gotta get away, gotta get out of the city.
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God, The Devil, And The Worthless
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| Worthless United |
