Halleluiah came to in the confession booth Infested with infection And smiling on an abscessed tooth Runnin out on residue And crashing through the vestibule The crucifixion cruise She climbed the cross and found she liked the view Sat reflecting on the resurrection And dreaming about an old connection Talking loud over lousy connections She put her mouth around a difficult question She said Lord, what do you recommend To a real sweet girl whos made some notsweet friends? Lord, what would you prescribe To a real soft girl whos having real hard times?
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