When General Gunfire sows the pain
Sandpaper sprouts on childish eyes
And when bitchy preacher sucks your brain
There's powder of six guns, hate delights
Dear Lord
Every foggy Sunday, I got the blues
Now you're so far
Death is so near
Mother, tell me the reason why you gave me birth
Cause every fucking seventh day I cannot choose
Don't wanna be the winner
Don't wanna be a liar
I just wanna know the truth before the boom
Here's my loony tune for the moon
(If John is the Walrus, war us)
You can't be yourself, dark slavery, my friend
Too many black secrets in the sky
Your life is a strange spell to the end
Till the end of Human lie
Dear Lord
Every foggy Sunday, I got the blues
Now you're so far
Death is so near
Father, please be kind, go and tell your horse
Cause every fucking seventh day is lost and loose
Don't wanna be the leader
Don't wanna be a liar
I just wanna know the truth before the boom
Hear my loony tune for the moon
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