To seek the blood from precious stones is blasphemy
The perfect angels who monitor your intentions
God keeps His famous children, be respectable
Temptation creeps to you like rapists in the night

So smoke the rockets, then float the boats
We'll man our stations like devil goats
And hope to hell, we hear the bell
To let us now go home
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(I Wanna Be A) Dumbcharger Lyrics

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