Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction,Forgive our sins Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons Because I am a new wave gospel sharp, and you'll be thy witnessSo gentlemen, if you're gonna preach, for God sakes preach with conviction!Strike up the band! Whoa! The conductor is beckoning,Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean itNo, don't you get it? Don't you get it? Now don't you move.(x2)Just stay where I can see you. Douse the lights!We sure are in for a show tonightIn this little number we're graced by two displays of character,We've got: the gunslinger extraordinaire, walking contradictionAnd I for one can see no blood from the hearts and the wrists you allegedly slit And I for one won't stand for this.If the scene were a parish you'd all be condemned.Strike up the band! Whoa! The conductor is beckoning,Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it

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