Believe in me and send no money, I died on the cross and that ain't funny
But my so called friends are making me a joke, they missed out what I said like I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear - don't tell a lie, they just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
Saving your souls by taking your money, flies round shit, bees around honey
Holy smoke, holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke, this is thirsty work making holy smoke
Jimmy Reptile and all his friends say they...
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