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by Machines of Loving Grace
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My life is so complete
Everything is straightened out
I feel the touch of God
I feel a sense of doubt
But there's something about
The straight and narrow
My life is so complete
Everything is straightened out
I feel the touch of God
I feel a sense of doubt
But there's something about
This is the big one
Get out the Christ-kill
We need no one
We need no one
Deep in your twisted mind
You're helping all mankind
Redeem the world
Redeem the world
But there's something about
Jessica
We're smashing ultraviolet
Dimming the nerves
As we sit beneath a sunset
Jessica
Ultraviolet
Dead summer, a rotting corpse is in the sunlight
My life is so complete
Everything is straightened out
I feel the touch of God
I feel a sense of doubt
But there's something about
Please get me out
But there's something about
Don't fool yourself.
They ate shit, covered in shit, eatin' their own crap.
They were seein' things, parking their fuckin' cars up near the mountain.
They bathed in shit, undercover 'n' shit, they'd blow crap up and put secret things in it.
My life is so complete
Everything is straightened out
I feel the touch of God
I feel a sense of doubt
But there's something about
The straight and narrow
My life is so complete
Everything is straightened out
I feel the touch of God
I feel a sense of doubt
But there's something about
This is the big one
Get out the Christ-kill
We need no one
We need no one
Deep in your twisted mind
You're helping all mankind
Redeem the world
Redeem the world
But there's something about
Jessica
We're smashing ultraviolet
Dimming the nerves
As we sit beneath a sunset
Jessica
Ultraviolet
Dead summer, a rotting corpse is in the sunlight
My life is so complete
Everything is straightened out
I feel the touch of God
I feel a sense of doubt
But there's something about
Please get me out
But there's something about
Don't fool yourself.
They ate shit, covered in shit, eatin' their own crap.
They were seein' things, parking their fuckin' cars up near the mountain.
They bathed in shit, undercover 'n' shit, they'd blow crap up and put secret things in it.