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You can't get it I can't get enough to last the week what you hear and that you understand are two different things Barefoot poets heed The mind's filthy dirty Deeds holding tightly To the faith in a serpent's grasp Heal the heathens What a miracle Heal the heathens Spilling the blood of the faithful Up and down or down and out It's all the same to need I don't need the things you need to get me Out of my seat I don't need the crutch of faith to comfort me Heal the heathens What a miracle Heal the heathens SongtexteSpilling the blood of the faithful Barefoot poets heed The mind's filthy dirty Deeds holding tightly To the faith in a serpent's grasp Stand up and walk Stand up and walk Your lack of faith Has made you well I don't need a crutch My lack of faith has made me well Stand up and walk Heal the heathens What a miracle Heal the heathens Spilling the blood of the faithful Aus Songtexte Mania