.Gonna have you bound and gagged so god can't hear your cries,
The offering up of fruit and bread's been sorely comprimised.
Na, na, na, na Saints gonna come,
Empty handed, turn and run,
At the sight of the torch lit mob now look what all your love has done.
Flames gonna lick the cloth.
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