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The Godless Fool
03:36
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When you're gone the sky hangs low
A host of locusts beat against the window
And the Mystic's high on blood, the banks are overflown
I paint my door post lamb red but still I can't help my own
I can't live without your voice, yeah, that's that the kind of thing they say
Even non-believers are known to kneel down and pray
When you're near I can feel the shame
I'm standing bare before you, only you know my name
And I would turn to salt if ever you met my eye
I know there's no blame, there's no fault if you've gone on to one of your other guys
Well, it pains me to leave you, still I can't find no way to stay
Even bald blasphemers are known to kneel down and pray
We're both here, though there's no having you
We're both here, oh I don't wanna hear the ugly truth
I know the best way to lose, stone drunk on my own harlotry
There is a great multitude for whom there is no more suffering
I can't live in your ignorance, still only I can say
For you, even the godless fool would kneel down and pray
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Jesus Never Touched Me
04:13
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I can't remember praying that I'd find you
What if God was one of us, and standing right behind you?
I'd kick him in the bits for my desire
The old perv designed to make me moronic wit cum friar
I guess there are a hundred thousand sinful things that Jesus wouldn't do
You tell me about Heaven, how just his love allows it
Jesus never touched me the way he's touching you
Just fevered delirious/ Rubber-legged in lust and solemn sworn to sodomy
And love/ penetrating cut/ ever-vexed rub and satisfaction snuff
The one that I have had to meet
The people of this world want complex pleasures
Puppies and ice cream and low dogmatic lectures
The needy fear the maker of the ballotine
I died of dehydration after all that salivating
I guess there are a hundred thousand other girls who'd like to put it through
You tell me about Heaven, how your love disallows it
Jesus never loved me the way I want you to
No Jesus never touched me the way he's touching you
Just/ I know it isn't just/ There's just one kind of love that holds up to your scrutiny
Just silly trifles but I haven't had enough
Of holding out for hammered hands to spill their blood on me
Now every night I'm praying that I find you
Folded arms and frowning on a faith that's gone behind you
Or Mother Mary in the nachos in the toilet bowl
It's hard to nail a Mona Lisa smile with all that water flow
I guess there are a hundred thousand pilgrims who would like to see it too
I'll keep a candle burning, and a gilded shrine to house it
Still Jesus never loves me the way I want you to
Jesus never touched me the way he's touching you
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A bit Much played their last show on December 30, 2011. The final line-up of the band featured Clinton Degan (vocals, guitar), Abram Taber (bass, vocals) and Jon Glancy (drums). Former members include Matt Lillis (bass, vocals) and Tim Lillis (piano, keyboard). Frequent collaborators included Curtis Killian (guitar), Bryan Murphy (trumpet) and Mike Padgett (saxophone). ... more
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