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So there he lies at the last
The deathbed convert
The pious debauchee
Could not dance half a measure could I?
Give me wine,
I drain the dregs and toss the empty bottle at the world
Show me our Lord Jesus in agony
And I mount the cross and steal his nails for my own palms
There I go Shuffling from the world
My dribble fresh upon a bible I look upon a pinhead and
I see angels dancing
Well, do you like me now
Do you like me now
Do you like me now?