You'll grow to loathe my name
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Rules you break and just let it slide
Either way they die.
And organic
Misery, the word that fits
Sets the stage today
Wringing my hands in dismay
Either way they die.
Rules you break and just let it slide
Either way they die.
And organic
Ladies and gents, we're still alive
Ladies and gents, we're still alive
Misery, the word that fits
You'll grow to loathe my name
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
Wringing my hands in dismay
No more mister clean
I can't help but think,
And organic
Cause I could
Cause I could
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
Up here in the air, this will never hurt
No more mister clean
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Either way they die.
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
Rules you break and just let it slide
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Hurling through the air
Either way they die.
Misery, the word that fits
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
No more mister clean
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
Brother will kill brother
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
Down in my pulpit as the holier
You'll grow to loathe my name
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Hurling through the air
Either way they die.
You'll grow to loathe my name
Wringing my hands in dismay
Either way they die.
Rules you break and just let it slide
Either way they die.
Misery, the word that fits
You'll grow to loathe my name
Rules you break and just let it slide
Either way they die.
Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Up here in the air, this will never hurt
Gotta' short between the earphones
Either way they die.
Wringing my hands in dismay
Hurling through the air
Either way they die.
No more mister clean
And organic
No more mister clean
No more mister clean
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
You'll grow to loathe my name
Either way they die.
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Misery, the word that fits
You'll grow to loathe my name
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Either way they die.
And organic
Rules you break and just let it slide
Either way they die.
Sets the stage today
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Punched me in the nose
Ladies and gents, we're still alive
Either way they die.
And organic
Sets the stage today
Up here in the air, this will never hurt
Rules you break and just let it slide
Either way they die.
Wringing my hands in dismay
Hurling through the air
Either way they die.
No more mister clean
Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Rules you break and just let it slide
Either way they die.
Either way they die.
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