"So Jesus stands on this corner
Though his gospel falls to the ground
He's cold, he's hungry
And he needs a drink
And now he knows nobody believes
He walks to the alley and finds salvation
In the form of a forty-five
And on his way home he'll swallow that bullet
To comfort him on his ride"
Kill yourself, and I've won.
You know who you are...
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