.Church bells ringing on a Sunday morning
But heaven never looked good on me
So I lay in bed with the preacher's daughter>
Feel her holy water pouring down on me
Hail Marys can't cure my disease
No River high enough to wash the sin off of me
Oh oh here it come.
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