| Do you remember on that day
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| We took you down off of the cross
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| And shot your ashes into space
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| Oh, what a waste of time to believe
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| You would ever come back to life
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| The resurrections were all faked
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| As the earth trembled and quaked
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| And all the stars fell from the sky
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| And the pagans began to smile and sing
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| You remind me of a wolf in Jesus skin
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| I think it’s safe to say the drugs are kicking in
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| As you begin to howl under the Baltimore moon
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| As you begin to shapeshift into a Christ-like cartoon
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| Well, I remember when all the idiots and hordes
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| They stood tall like matadors
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| On the eve of the conviction
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| And the gruesome crucifixion
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| Inside the hourglass of time
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| Hollow futures will unwind
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| Into the ghosts that haunt the past
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| But it never seems to last
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| You remind me of a wolf in Jesus skin
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| I think it’s safe to say the drugs are kicking in
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| As you begin to howl under the Baltimore moon
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| As you begin to shapeshift into a Christ-like cartoon
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| I see you standing there
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| Your hands running through your hair
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| Bleeding on the country side
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| Underneath a bright red sky
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| It’s warm inside your broken heart
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| I know that I never want to leave
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| The sweetest sting of pains
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| Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before
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| Seconds before the shotgun blast
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| Ignites straight into your head
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| Save the last dance for your dying bride
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| Until the horsemen drag you away |