| Who put the cross in your hands
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| The beads around your neck?
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| The needle in their arms
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| The hood around their heads?
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| Sanctuary
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| And so they say; |
| ‘Let he without sin, cast the first stone'
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| While they pile up their rocks from within their glass homes
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| And now, no, nothing means much, 'till it’s written in our blood
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| But oh, the bloodshed that we’ve condoned
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| If the grief is inexhaustible and the guilt is unendurable
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| Then how is one to bear their family name?
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| Oh holy ghost, tell me, where did you go?
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| All that you left behind is shame
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| To the priest that steals purity while he whispers holy things
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| To the pig besmirching the innocent behind the pretence of peace
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| Who put the cross in your hands
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| The beads around your neck?
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| The needle in their arms
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| The hood around their heads?
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| Who put the cross in your hands
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| The beads around your neck?
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| The needle in their arms
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| The hood around their heads?
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| So here I stand, a sinner of inattention
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| In this parody of parity
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| How is this still happening
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| After we’ve lost so many?
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| Sanctuary
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| Sanctuary
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| To the priest that steals purity while he whispers holy things
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| To the pig besmirching the innocent behind the pretence of peace
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| (Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, go)
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| To He drenched in sin
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| To the reprehensible limb
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| Of the Lord’s honest, faithful kin
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| Those demons clad in sheepskin
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| Tell me Does it make you feel sick?
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| Tell-me doesn’t-it make you feel sick?
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| And isn’t it time we stood up?
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| And isn’t it time that we sung?
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| Who put the cross in your hands
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| The beads around your neck?
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| The needle in their arms
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| The hood around their heads?
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| Who put the cross in your hands
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| The beads around your neck?
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| The needle in their arms
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| The hood around their heads?
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| Who put the cross in your hands
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| The beads around your neck?
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| The needle in their arms
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| The hood around their heads?
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| Who put the cross in your hands
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| The beads around your neck?
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| The needle in their arms
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| The hood around their heads?
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| Does he celebrate his faith
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| Or does he mourn it?
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| Absolve the sins of all the wicked
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| Or absorb them?
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| Does he celebrate his faith
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| Or does he mourn it?
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| Absolve the sins of all the wicked
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| Or absorb them? |