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and i ll drink the shame that weighs down your dirty soul
i ll eat the anger out of your aching heart
i ll eat the anger out of your aching heart
I m a soiled lamb with a taste for the whip, save your prayers shut your mouth and give me some lip Saves, i m gonna save ya honey til gabriel blows his horn
i ll eat the anger out of your heart
This ain t the second coming or the third or the first, down on your knees
Looking for a saviour i m here to save your day, crawl up on the cross, i m eating the dirt from under your fingernails
I ll make you free, give you wings to fly
I ll eat the anger out of your aching heart, i m a soiled lamb with a taste for the whip
Give you wings to fly, open your eyes
Take the nail for you, open your eyes, i m eating the dirt from under your fingernails
save your prayers shut your mouth and give me some lip
Rest your troubled mind throw your worries away, give you wings to fly Skrew, just say please
Rest your troubled mind throw your worries away, i ll bite the disease from your broken body
Crawl up on the cross, i m a soiled lamb with a taste for the whip, and i ll drink the shame that weighs down your dirty soul
I m eating the dirt from under your fingernails, might not be what you thought i d be
And i ll drink the shame that weighs down your dirty soul, i m eating the dirt from under your fingernails
and i ll drink the shame that weighs down your dirty soul
i m sucking the spit off the lips of your face
Hold on tight, hold on tight Skrew, give you wings to fly
I ll bite the disease from your broken body, looking for a saviour i m here to save your day Skrew, i ll be coming baby til i quench your thirst
Just say please, give you wings to fly, this ain t the second coming or the third or the first
And i ll drink the shame that weighs down your dirty soul, i m sucking the spit off the lips of your face
Take the nail for you, i ll bite the disease from your broken body
crawl up on the cross
I ll make you free, i m a soiled lamb with a taste for the whip, i m sucking the spit off the lips of your face
save your prayers shut your mouth and give me some lip
I m not wearing no crown of thorns, give you wings to fly
Down on your knees, take the nail for you Skrew, i ll make you free
Rest your troubled mind throw your worries away, hold on tight
i m a soiled lamb with a taste for the whip
i ll eat the anger out of your aching heart