There was a fellow called Jesus
Who cured a lot of diseases,
He taught us to pray
And showed us the Way,
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I saw your passionate eyes
Lost from the cradle of night,
And I turned away from your tears
That bled in the clear blue sky:
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Tired of his endless guilt,
He rode his motorbike to Gethsemane
And went out to strangle Jesus.
Coming home at last, he met his girl
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No-one loves me,
This I know
'Cos Jean-Paul Sartre
Told me so.
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I'm getting a little paranoid
At the way you interpret my dreams,
Accusing me of sexy schemes
With all the cunning of a drunk psychiatrist
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You're so uncool
But I don't care,
Don't like cool girls....
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Answering the tyranny of blood
And beckoned by lust
I have returned,
Recalling the fever in your arms
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Trying to get yourself dry
And put on your clothes as quickly as possible,
Feeling very shy
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