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May the Truth Be Told
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Lyrics
May the Truth Be Told
Jesus of whatever street lives in decay
The world according to you and games that you play
A bully a bull the player a fool on display
That joke in your throat will choke you someday
Grew up now you're six days old
On the seventh you've made the mold
Not to have not to hold
For the love of some god may the truth be told
What a kook you're a nuke lying in wait
Anxiously envy green eyed turns to hate
The load that you carry unbelievable weight
At the end of your days will you believe your fate
Grew up now you're six days old
On the seventh you've made the mold
Not to have not to hold
For the love of some god may the truth be told
Oh thank you great prince for letting us stay for awhile
King of the scene and dreamer of dreams sits in his pile
I'll see you in one hundred years after your raid
To your plight now sleep tight in the bed that you've made
Grew up now you're six days old
On the seventh you've made the mold
Not to have not to hold
For the love of some god may the truth be told
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