Religions fooled us,
we
used to go to the Sunday school
shoeless
clueless about Jesus
I thought
miracles were what mam made
We sang for our supper
at granny's,
got a cup of cold gravy,
the old lady was going
quite gaga
but
we loved her.
the evening would thrill again
with
Secombe and Milligan
and who
wouldn't I **** to go back
again?
not sure about that.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
Religions fooled us,
we
used to go to the Sunday school
shoeless
clueless about Jesus
I thought
miracles were what mam made
We sang for our supper
at granny's,
got a cup of cold gravy,
the old lady was going
quite gaga
but
we loved her.
the evening would thrill again
with
Secombe and Milligan
and who
wouldn't I **** to go back
again?
not sure about that.
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