I Don't Believe in Thirteen
it's nothing ointment and salve,|
could heal up like a burn,
because something's still got a hold on me.
i don't see a thing in this mirror,
mother, can you peel my face off for me?
i'm looking for that black cat,
i swear he's crossed my path,
because i still smell something nasty,
but i don't feel a thing in this skin,
daddy, can you take out my insides for me?
i've got to sing some hymns,
yeah, i think it'll work,
because kitties don't like singing,
but i don't sing a thing without praising.
Father, will you take away my sins?
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