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It's for all of us sick of hearing
About the hate that you're constantly dealing
We could call it spiritual healing
Or a judge who's numb to human feeling
I'l spit on your grave, smile at your last breath
I'll throw a party when they announce your death
I'll spit on your grave, dance at your death
We know who you are, and you'll pay your debt
It's a real human issue, your cause
One public stoning and one round of applause
And now promises from our favourite pastor
Of hell and fire and nasty ever after
Spit on your grave, smile at your last breath
I'll throw a party when they announce your death
I'll spit on your grave, dance at your death
We know who you are, and you'll pay your debt