Tiny spirit in a k-hole
Bloated like soggy cereal
God will come and wash away
Our tattoos and all the cocaine
And all of the aborted babies
Will turn into little bambies
Wounded river push along
Searching for that desert song
And Mozart's requiem will play
On tiny speakers made of clay
Tell my mother that I love her
Martin Luther you're an angel
Charming
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