You give me yours, I`ll give you mine. `Cause I can look your God right in the eye... You give me yours, I`ll give you mine. You used to look my God right in the eye. He-ya. I believe in defending in what we once stood for. It seems in vogue to be a closet misogynist homophobe. A change of course in our direction, A dash of truth spread thinly... Like a flag on a popstar, on a Benzodiazapene. You give me yours, I`ll give you mine. `Cause I can look your God right in the eye... You give me yours, I`ll give you mine. You used to look my God right in the eye. He-ya. Oh, Zion please remove your glove, And dispel every trace of His spoken word, That has lodged in my vortex. I`m not sure who`s fooling who here, As I`m watching our decay. We both know you could deflate a seven hurricane. You could have spared her- oh, but no, Messiahs need people dying in their name... You could have spared her- oh, but no, Messiahs need people dying in their name. You say, "I ordered you a pancake..." He-ya. You say, "I ordered you a pancake.."
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