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: You were cryin' in your pretzels when I met you You were washing All the salt away from the dough You were cryin' in your pretzels And I'll never forget
There's something bout the Cold wind blowing across your face It's not the kill It's the thrill of the chase It's like being in bed with The girl of your
I deserve your warm blood Fuck your holy flesh Use my cock anal Lick my unholy cum Submit your juicy hole Beg for fresh urin Bleed for sathan Lust perishes
Your orders are given, the time for destruction is now They'll give you no reason, you'll be the first so be proud They've tracked you on radar, the fighters
Trapped in a cage all their lives death is salvation, the last spark of hope in their eyes white God created them all to perish for beauty and colours
He's the little pretzel man He's got his twisted pretzel hands He's got his a pretzel wife That he's loved all his pretzel life And he's got himself
Through the smoke I see the trees No one left for us to please A perfect world where no one dies Go to heaven with your lies Wasted and confused I walk
Black palgue reborn leaving salvation on putrefication piles of human flesh mortification of all beings abhorrent smell insuficient air dilacerated coprses
Walking down the highway I've got the Staff of Ra in my hand Gotta see some people Gonna making sure that they understand Baby's got a fuzz box I think
The seventh heaven On the thirteenth floor I hear you knock Upon my door My attitudes are platitudes I surrender to your love Surrounded by your smell
Rescue the perishing care for the dying snatch them in pity from sin and the grave Weep o'er the erring one lift up the fallen tell them of Jesus the
I would love to tour the southland In a travelling minstrel show Yes I'd love to tour the southland In a traveling minstrel show Yes I'm dying to be
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You were cryin' in your pretzels when I met you You were washing All the salt away from the dough You were cryin' in your pretzels And I'll never forget
See what the Gods have sent, an evil terminator They slept for a thousand years, the ancient tormentor Strange tunnel of light, a living mystery Damned
The seventh heaven On the thirteen floor I hear you knock Upon my door My attitudes are platitudes I surrender to your love Surrounded by your smell A
(Music by Johann Sebastian Bach, words by Pete Seeger) [Music from "Jesu, Joy Of Man's Desiring"] We will love or we will perish. We will learn the
