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I hate the lord. I say it with pride
I hate the lord. I feel it inside
I hate the lord. I say it with pride
I hate the lord. I wish he'd die
The s**ist bible calls god he
Why can't this fiction be a she?
Or maybe god is just an it
Set up to be worshiped as a hypocrite
In the book of job you can see
God loves you in misery
He gives you pain, ache and disease
As you suffer, he is pleased
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They look to beggars filled with hurts
Just to find a few more converts
Hand over money and sign over checks
To buy the lord a new car tape deck
In the name of redemption they must pay
To hear what preachers have to say
To line the preacher's pockets full of greed
And buy the lord whatever he may need
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Unlike job, I failed the test
I gave up religion for the best
I have no gods and no regrets
In life's big gamble I lost his bet
I suggest that there is no god
It's all just some rich white man's plot
To get your money and control your minds
With a false morality based on lies
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