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Heard about this kid born in Bethlehem That could heal the sick with the wave of his hand And how his father had this master plan, well We got sick, yeah we got tricked I swallow my spit for the best of man And I lost my wallet in Bethlehem But I try to pay for as much as I can It's just, like, bad luck - it's all, like, "oh shucks" I think about death and what I have So my own damn self can't remember the past Because I had a bad view in Bethlehem And a bad view is a bad view Coincidence and accidents are really just the same Who's to blame But the view I had in Bethlehem painted the cityscape mundane I felt changed Yeah. Everyone everywhere can sing everything I know You know Now everyone everywhere will know everything you know I know Now everyone everywhere will lie about everything they know I know The concierge informed the guest to bare their teeth an not let me go They locked up the hotel, they blocked up the stairwell They screamed and yelled, doomed me to hell, they told me who to love SongtexteI grabbed my bags and ran, avoided shaking hands Thank you much for your thoughts but the retail price is plagued And all of you are safe if the view makes feel saved But your words fit forced like they've been coerced and rattled... Just send my wallet to your church... I'll pay your med bills City of David Immaculate babies Don't look so sad But we all needed saving Palestine evenings And Ottoman dealings Don't look so sad Well we all needed saving Constantine's mother And my little brother Will share the same fate Will share the same place Oslo accords And John Paul the Second Will lift the curse Will hold my curse down Yes, it's a curse. Death was born and bought on Easter Day The backlash made the bad view go away Aus Songtexte Mania