Church (The)
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Infidel babyOh, my heathen childBaghdad's still ten leagues awayI go on undefiledWrap yourself in frankincenseWrap yourself in ragsIn the crowded market streetsOut among the hagsI'd offer you just one gold fleeceI'd offer you my breadWho's been inside your aching bonesWho's been inside your headInfidel babyOh, my little girlNothing I can do for youNothing in this worldA thousand angry men-at-armsA hundred vulgar priestsA pair of dirty little handsArousing drowsy beastsThere's a mad look in her mother's faceThere's a whisper on the tongueNo peace in all of ChristendomUntil this song is sung
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