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Snow flakes rolling over my ear, goose bumping weather
If I'm hungry at 4:30 in the morning, pink dot will deliver.
And I'm oh so tired of you pushing that th*rny crown
Down onto my head so hard, my knees are two inches in the ground....honey
And I said, God d*mn, God d*mn that Bible pushin' man
You know I smoked a lot of grass and I've popped a lot of pills
But I've never done nothing that my spirit couldn't kill
And I walk around with these tombstones in my eyes
But I know the pusher don't care, if you live or if you die.
And I said, God d*mn, God d*mn that Bible pushin' man.
God*mn, God*mn, God*mn, God*mn, God d*mn
