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Your mother made you cry when she told you about the womb And how people die Watching over you when you were young Smiling when you learned to crawl You don't know her at all It's a dirty job, but they're very suave Jesus high on wine weeping turpentine Daddy's voice like an intercom connected to a hidden room Where yellow roses bloom A sacred mountain near Peterborough where clouds paint a picture so calm That they swallowed Mom It's a dirty job but they're very suave Jesus high on wine weeping turpentine What are they doing in there? Have they got guns? Make you run up and down the same hill And they'll break your will Was it Christmas or Groundhog Day when your friends turned to shadows And they dragged you away Tell nobody that you've been here, don't breathe a word that's been said (Now there's a scar) upon your forehead Songtexte It's a dirty job but they're very suave Jesus high on wine, weeping turpentine What are they doing in there? Have they got guns? Whether Mount Pinatubo Or the threat of God's love There'll always be something that's raining Down from above Down from above Down from above Down from above Aus Songtexte Mania