Woke up got out of bed
Shaved the hairs off my head
Painted my dome the colour red
Symble of the power i feel
Especially when I kneel
Thank my Lord for being alive
Thank my Lord for the power of speech
Thank my Lord for my country of origen
Drink the water that sustains my life
Thank the Lord for my lack of a wife
Thank the Lord for my sweet life
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