Jesus blá blá blá something
I thing I've heard Mother Mary coming
Crucified to make you guilty
Old desires so filthy
He died for you, you know
Just like every hero in the comic store
Walk above the water than turn it to wine
Dr. Manhattan made Mars all fine
Silly tradition for two thousand years
Controlling you by using your fears
Judas did and so will you
Send your god to ultimate truth
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