take a bullet in that cheek of yours
take another in your eyes
lasers made of lead and children's laughter
you can hear them in their cries
don't know what anyone can do
we have tried to stop the fires
men are coming at the break of dawn
dropping shrapnel on the choir
and I
blame you and I blame me
and I
drink deliverance from a jar
i cannot divine
i won't take the time
i won't deliver
not a star
you're not very funny at the moment
your jokes are falling like rocks
all the bodies are limp in the pews
no applause to save the flocks
tell me, preacher, tell me
who is right and who is wrong?
the preacher's daughter in a pool of blood
i sit in darkness with a song
and I
blame you and I blame me
and I
drink deliverance from a jar
i cannot divine
i won't take the time
i won't deliver
not a star
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