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In a cast iron cage you couldnt help but stare like a creature
With the laws of a brothel and the fireproof bones of a preacher
With your lingo coined from the sacrament of a casino
On a government loan with a guillotine in your libido
Whos gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Whose gonna answer
These profanity prayers
Well you know how it looks when you pull all your books from the table
And you stare into space trying to discern what to say now
And you wait at the light and watch for a sign that youre breathing
Cos you cant just live on air and float to the ceiling
Whos gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Whos gonna answer
Profanity prayers
