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This church here is burnin,
and I’m layin’ in the grass.
And I’m all out of breath,
and the fire’s catchin’ gas.

And up it goes the ashes they rose,
hopin’ the holes in the sky would take em.

The watering holes can’t cover the crackling lumber,
just like god don’t control the wind or the thunder.