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Christ Punchers lyrics
Will someone help him down,
Take those stakes out
And lose the crown
Give it up,
You know that no one here believes you
You haven't got a clue
How long your tricks will stick around
This swimming conclusion, and all your people, now
Well, I believe, I believe in reality
Yeah, I believe, I believe
We're all addicted in the end to vulnerability
Sunday bells are ringing out,
Dress up in your best dependency
Don't point your finger at the world's hilarity
These stories, they're some imagined bull
Are absolutely nothing more
Than ink on paper, truth be told
Well, I believe, I believe in reality
Yeah, I believe, I believe
Dear Mother, I am sorry
Well, I believe, I believe in reality
Yeah, I believe, I believe
That this is all just a historical forgery
Let's resurrect our faith
In the air, we breath
And not a man in the sky, oh please
This is a celebration
Of our belief in reality
Life can belief quite simple,
Why don't you pull up a chair and see
Turning water into wine in ancient times
Just doesn't do "Holy" to me, I'm sorry
I'll waste my time, otherwise, on Sunday
Thanks to
Jackie
for submitting the lyrics.
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