Dillinger Four Holy Shit Letras:
High and dry you've got a hold on the fucking
truth. You've got nothing but a Blank hand don't
you? In the end it's just a tired explanation, and
I can't sit still for the duration You raised me
with your hands raised to the sky, I guess there
was A time I believed your ways. I learned to read
between the lines, I learned to question what they
say And it gets worse before it's over, there's no
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truth in the clouds above, No luck in clover. And
I don't believe I'd have it any other way. Sunday
school at age nine, I thought I was on the winning
team, because I wanted to see it, I wanted to need
it. It was nine years of holy shit and I believed
it. You raised me with my hands behind my back, I
guess there was a time When I broke away. I
learned to disregard the lies, I learned to
Question what they say. I won't look through your
lens, tainted by intolerance and based On false
morality. All in the name of greed. Amen
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