To seek the blood from precious stones is blasphemy The perfect angels who monitor your intentions God keeps his famous children---be respectable Temptation creeps to you like rapists in the night So smoke the rockets and float the boats We'll man our stations like devil goats And hope to hell we hear the bell To let us now go home
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