Feeding the five thousand was not
done with prayers alone
It takes blood and guts and it takes
devotion
So tired of standing up and so tired
of drawing breath
It's your turn to take the map and
it's your turn to drop the soap
Pretty pretty boys sucking on a cola
Money to burn, money to burn,
money to burn
We got rules to protect us
Isaac and Ishmael
The magazine says it's okay
Life as a billboard
If you are the answer
We are going straight hell
Grown in a parental fugue
Weight loss in self respect
Bomb, bomb, bomb us back together
A new way into a lost answer
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