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Sunday morning 10 AM, I awake to find my preacher friend
Screaming at me through my tv, well I hope he hears my song
Standing there with his righteous self, he's lost some faith
he's gained some wealth. I don't comprehend why I need to sin
If all I do is wrong.

You see I'm lonely. But I don't need you
To tell me, how to make it through.

12 AM on a saturday, I walk the streets to my dismay
My preacher friend on the corner again, well I look at him and smile

I say I'm lonely, but I don't need you
To tell me, how to make it through
Cause I can figure t

Problems

I live in a frequency where action rules that God is me
in the war against my body
in the poetry of poverty
cuz it's the rich ones who really make it
cuz it's the rich ones who have the guts to take it
they feel fine they feel fine
check out complainer by the bar
let's kick his ass and make him beg for more
let's line him up and make him scream and shout and
show him he's got nothing to complain about
cuz I believe in the groove complacent
so jack me up and fuck me up with entertainment
ya I feel fine
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