| Statues of age-old, stone-shed tears |
| There's a myriad of reasons why |
| None of which I need to hear |
| What I'm listening for resonates at very low frequencies |
| Only seismologists speak to me |
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| Recently, wheels that squeak have no sequel |
| Refusing to roll like predictable people |
| The nunnery is harnessing sexual frustration |
| Converting it into fuel |
| Powering the congregation |
| Tour bus for a time travel fantasy |
| Six thousand years in the past to dismantle the |
| Ludicrous theories of secular scientists |
| Backing their statements with useless appliances |
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| I apply knowledge from tabloid horoscopes |
| Reminding me, all is not lost, there is hope |
| Play the lottery, unplug the discord |
| Flex your authority, carry a clipboard |
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| My life is fleeting; I shall soon befall the fate of mortals |
| My only dying wish is to be greeted at the portal |
| Of all eternal Hell by he whom I've put all my faith in |
| I'll dedicate my afterlife to serve the mighty Satan |
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| Look at the bottom of that fir tree: a tell-tale sign |
| Somebody was here, wired it up, put it together in no time |
| Who did the deed? Who tried to rid the woods of three dudes That cuss too much and do no good? |
| They trample vegetation with their ATV's |
| So now they're fucking with the ghost of Johnny Appleseed |
| And he's a charitable spirit, but not so Christ-like |
| He wouldn't take his tin-pot hat to their windpipes |