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Here comes the Monday priest  Blessing the girls in bikinis  The whole country's a beach  Or at least theres sand  Who needs to see the sea  When you've got all that land  High priest with your high morals and high quarrels heavy Down that burning paper bundle Greet the incense, o dismay Lord knows best- time to put the flame out, welcome day  It's viscous, ferocious  Heftier than the skulls of religion  And thicker than those people you're trying to get through to.
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Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
Monday's gals
Here comes the Monday priest  Blessing the girls in bikinis  The whole country's a beach  Or at least theres sand  Who needs to see the sea  When you've got all that land  High priest with your high morals and high quarrels heavy Down that burning paper bundle Greet the incense, o dismay Lord knows best- time to put the flame out, welcome day  It's viscous, ferocious  Heftier than the skulls of religion  And thicker than those people you're trying to get through to.
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Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
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