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In the name of the father
I am your son
and I'll stay on my knees
until our will be done
In the name of the father
and at the point of a gun
those who do not believe
will remain on the run
Father and son and holy sprit too...
the colors they wear are red white and blue
you've blessed us with things others can't understand
if it's in our best interest...we'll give you a hand
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An African child drops dead half a world away
and all look to me...what do you expect me to say?
Mix the blood with oil...then all will see
the healing powers that the Lord have given me
with God on our side
what will you do?
Ours will buy yours off
and then you're through
November is coming we got lots on our plate
gotta change the locks on the west's pearly gates
continue checking ids at the door
after all isn't that what we're fighting for
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