In a room at the Days Inn in Evanston Wyoming
I slept with my face next to a tyre mark on a sheet
woke up in the morning un-impressed by God’s glory
drove to Salt Lake City through the early morning sun
someone’s got to die for the sins of the great and good
why don’t you crucify them you really wish you could
you give them microwaved dinners intravenous TV drip
protect the unborn children till they’re born to a life of shit
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