I am tired of running round while these nuns eat my grain
Ransacking, wolfpacking rats in a cult of fame, so lame
Secret Christians are all the same
Don't be grumpy and cold
If you want to I can burn up a hole in this coal
Don't be surprised if it warms up right when we die
Tonight
Secret Christians
Are not too bright
I'm going to hide from the rain I am tired of running round while these nuns eat my grain Ransacking, wolfpacking rats in a cult of fame, so lame Secret Christians are all the same Don't be grumpy and cold If you want to I can burn up a hole in this coal Don't be surprised if it warms up right when we die Tonight Secret Christians Are not too bright Explain Request ×
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