Brothers and sisters, he who touches himself must eat the bread of affliction. The bread of affliction! Here at the Screaming Church of the Epileptic Jesus, we are worried about you. Your souls are possessed by demons. You must get that rockin' religion.
Gimme gimme that rockin' religion, rockin' religion Rockin' me all the time Just gimme that rockin' religion, rockin' relgion Rock me right out of my mind
Well look over yonder, what I see Coming right after me Well a (???) were coming for me Coming to set me free
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(No guitar) Well I went down the riverside, let my woman down Down right on the ground But the radio was playin' oh so loud Oh how I love that sound
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I saw the King and the Lord oh Singing that one true love (?) Doin' all you cats yeah young and old (?) You don't know love anymore