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We're in a hundred-thousand homes, (hey there...) this is a broadcast. this is a conquest. (up here...) i'm here not because i want (we've been...) to, but cause i have to, it is my calling, (waiting...) calling you. high time, holy roller hot town hits the window, honestly, his fourth flashing car, and proudly singing, "J-E-S-U-S" I can't stress the urgency accurately, imagine texas now, imagine spirit choking, talking like a hair clip clasped too tight, god loves the way her skin is pulled so taught around her eyelids meanwhile, this woman's caught in bed with the man who's not promised to her, by the man who is, the minister says, "read the word, live the word and we'll be all together. you hear the word, i speak the word, and we'll be all together. i'll take the word, twist the word, Songtexteand we'll be all together. i'll use the word, rewrite the word and we'll be all together." in light of what's befalling nothing is much better than what is killing you, soundly. it's got to be some stranger, oh, impersoning* stranger things we can't remember. it's downright crazy! *imperson -v.tr.- to impersonate with such fervor that one imbodies the qualities of the person or entity that is the object of impersonation. Aus Songtexte Mania