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Gather round right now.
And hear me whisper.
The words of the prison.
The words of laughter.
The lords and the ladies.
Were fixing their hair-dos.
Cursing their lovers.
Cursing the Bible.
Hallow-ed by my name.
Yelling at fathers.
Screaming at mothers.
Hallow-ed by my name.
Come all you sinners.
Come now in your glory.
And my ears will listen.
To your dirty stories.
You're fighting to go up.
You're sure on your way down.
Cursing their lovers.
Cursing the Bible.
Hallow-ed by my name.
Yelling at fathers.
Screaming at mothers.
Hallow-ed by my name.
Sluts and the hookers
Have taken your money.
The queens are out dancing
But now it's not funny.
'Cause there goes one walkin'
Away with your sonny.
Cursing their lovers.
Cursing the Bible.
Hallow-ed by my name.
Yelling at fathers.
Screaming at mothers.
Hallow-ed by my name.
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