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God Is A Bastard (As I Am A Tree) |
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I died from thinkin the ultimate thought
I was the child god forgot
No one was there to pick me up
The reaper was on a vacation that day
Down in the grave i called lord on the phone
I pushed all the buttons but there were no such zone
He lived in a shoe on a cloud made of stone
I called him again but no one was home
I sued the bastard,and then offered a plea
I wanted a rose but grew back as a tree
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God Is A Bastard (As I Am A Tree)
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