Saturday
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I could feet the crowd's dismay
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They've acquired quite a fire
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to burn the profane on a funeral pyre
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Voices shrill
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cutting silence like they mean to kill
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Some pep rally where we scream His name
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like God was loosing in a football game
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[Chorus:]
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I don't want to waste His name this time
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I will never cast Him to the swine
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(Grasping at some feeling you once knew
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is nothing sacred ever safe with you?)
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Silver tongues
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all the spirit of an iron lung
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Selling highs as if we needed one
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Flash the lights so not be outdone
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Counterfeit
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wanting joy so much we take a hit
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like a tapeworm deep in hunger digs
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Waste the sacred just to feed these pigs
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If this is real, then you must find it
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between the space of grace and grim
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It's nothing you can manufacture
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your walls cannot contain Him
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Day Of Pigs
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Roper |