Go to church and pray to Christ
To save you from your life
Your horrible emptiness
Everybody needs somebody like
Your fair Jesus Christ to tell them,
"You're pretty."
But I'd rather sit by the wake
And cast the shells into the waves
I don't need anybody like you
I am the Devil's child here to amuse
That number of you
Who are looking still for the words
That are hidden in the dark
Raise up the dead
Praise the lord
Praise the lord, praise our Satan below
Praise him and praise him for evermore
Some people say we're strange and bizarre
But I will go on praising my God
Praise the lord, praise our Satan below
Praise him and praise him forevermore
Some say our ways are strange and bizarre
But I will go on praising my God
Praise the lord, praise our Satan below
Praise him and praise him forevermore
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