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I wanna have God in a cage |
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Surrounded by angels |
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Through his wrought-iron railings |
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He can watch me. |
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Wanna have God in a cage |
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Through his wrought-iron gate |
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He spies on me |
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Beggin' me to release Him |
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Beggin' me to set Him free |
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I wanna recrucify Jesus |
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while singin' bawdy songs |
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Just to see if he really can get |
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a hard on. |
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Gonna Remind Him of |
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the Resurrection, while dancing naked |
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just to make Him come. |
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And |
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My Picassos on the wall |
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are fighting Dali in the hallway |
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they like to smash the smithereens |
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Everything. |
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I wanna have God in a cage |
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for my private museum. |
