Luci in the Sky with Demons Your sick, and you're gunna stay sick I'll spread me open Stick to my ribs Are all your infants in abortion cribs You run like roaches You try to die I know your poison In our space we'll... lie God is unfashionable, you've got to have somebody To an obscene god we will dance and spit The skin is thin in our beds we sit Take off our rings and, we kneel Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal Worships, worships, worships satan... It's just so that they can do anything... ...a religion out of sickness and hatred, I just don't understand! You're sick You're sick You're sick and you're gonna stay sick Stretch a little boy hole for looking-glass people I don't want to be me I don't want to fear no Mama's got a scarecrow Got to let the corn grow A man can't always reap what he sows Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine I made a big fat bargain with the devil! Leave yourself to be ultra-here The chill of fall is always crawling near Spiders in the flowers never know their smell The barbers here know secrets they will never tell The devil is just an excuse... Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
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