I am guilty of the crime
Bound and tied for a thousand years
I am living in this flame of pain
the warm weather creatures are coming again
God shall wipe the tears from my eyes
Yes, God shall wipe the tears from my eyes
Shout it!
Shout it!
Shout it!
Scream it!
Destined for a terrible trial with your messiahonic face
Stand before the blessed
And the damned of the great yellow race
Harpers and pipers seal my tomb
It's a difficult birth to be torn from the womb
Please be careful not to fall out of line
Like the song in which the verses do not rhyme
Like the priest who always stutters, all the time
Like the leper who is dropping all the time
Shout it!
Shout it!
Shout it!
Scream it!
Destined for a terrible trial with your messiahonic face
Stand before the blessed
And the damned of the great yellow race
It's the people's fifteen thousand republic of the juvenile faith
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