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(we work) And the big big whoredom scared me No, no, baby I ain't convinced it ain't so bad as you paint it There's plenty more heads of hair for
And the big big whoredom scared me No, no, baby I ain't convinced it ain't so bad as you paint it There's plenty more heads of hair For us out there We'll
havoc in your land? Are you with the house of Jehu Commiting whoredoms with idols? Repent today While the warning is still fresh Repent today The time
Plead with your mother, plead For she is not my wife Neither am I her husband Let her therefore put away her whoredoms out of her sight And her
hand in the air And your shoelaces tied up together with care There's a feeling of boredom Of the big whoredom Following dressing up In
The bauble moon did mock and trinket stars did smile Your funeral, my trial Here I am, little lamb, let all the bells in whoredom ring All the crooked
over The bauble moon did mock And trinket stars did smile Your funeral, my trial Here I am, little lamb Let all the bells in whoredom ring All
over The bauble moon did mock And trinket stars did smile Your funeral, my trial Here I am, little lamb Let all the bells in whoredom ring All
Run away from all your boredom Run away from all your whoredom and wave Your worries, and cares, goodbye All it takes is one decision A lot
the offend her reign Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is
Commit the deed, stop being a cattle! Humanity tends to the abyss of Nav… The human element did not justify its sense. There is a human’s filth, whoredom
lassies liberate in whoredom The divine oppression will be here no more Now the real prayer is to chant choirs of moans Holy water is replaced with sweat,
Boredom make I end up in whoredom Boardroom full of bourbon and foursomes Problems like I get up and hug em I dey govern, got dis bag like Gordon Fuck em,
Brothers will fight and kill each other Sisters' children will defile kinship It is harsh in the world, whoredom rife An axe age, a sword age,
rot away in one's feet - so better ring the bell of whoredom if it wants to ring, or just forget all perverse offerings - the writhing stays the same
A bauble moon did mock And trinket stars did smile Your funeral, my trial Here I am, little lamb... Let all the bells in whoredom ring All the crooked
of the saints impaled heroes of the christians the whoredom of the holy god violation of the sacred love miracle of sodomy the memory of the body
don't want the same old thing It was a Mos Eisley of whoredom To wake the living dead Even the liquor smelled of boredom And this is what she said This is
all 100% my type on paper Society washes brains to make infants We're one nation under the influence Nanny state with legalised whoredom To satiate our
Twisting tunnel Passage to the cave of the Whoredom-Queen Labyrinthine sluice The Great nourisher Feeding Her sentient cup The blackened womb
Sisters' children Will defile kinship It is a harsh world Whoredom rife Ragnarök Upon the world tonight Ragnarök Fate of the Gods Ragnarøkkr Twilight
hoarding is Whoredom inspection is coming What happens when He pull The curtain back How are beautiful are The feet of those who Bring the Gospel who be
Mighty whoredom Axe-time, sword-time, wind-time, wolf-time In fear quake all Axe-time, sword-time, wind-time, wolf-time Here the world falls Axe-time,
Some think that I'm cocky, fight spirit, call me Rocky Vagabond, whoredom, poverty (Bars), war against your family (Bars) Clout chasing fantasy (Bars),
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