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We are damned and we are dead All God's children to be sent To a perfect place in the sun In the dirts There's a windshield in my hearts We are bugs so smeared and scarred And could you stop the meat from thinkin' before I swallow all of it Could you please? Put me in the motorcade Put me in the death parade Dress me up and take me Dress me up and make me Your dyin' God Angels with needles pokes through our eyes Let the ugly lights, what in We were no longer blind We were no longer blind Put me in the motorcade Put me in the death parade Dress me up and take me Dress me up and make me Your dyin' God Now we hold the ugly head The Mary Whore is at the bed They've cast a shadow of our perfect death In the sun and in the dirt