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you need a vacation from god !

you need a vaccine of nicotine,

you need acid laced ice-cream,

you need a bible,my bible of sin,

you need a bottle of Irish Cream.



run with the devil,take this pill,

it's all the ecstasy promised at will,

pray to the lizard king and Jill,

to her whom the farmers did till.



you need me as your friend,

you need to walk by a fiend,

you need to know the end,

you need to run across the bend.



let the truck tear you down,

the autopsy will say dead long ago,

the papers will make you a clown,

but dead n you are the talk of the town.


you can tell your god,

you needed to explode,

you can tell her god,

you needed someone to hold,

you can tell their god,

you didn't want to be sold.

you can tell that god,

you found him too cold .