You can't get it
I can't get enough to last a week
What you hear and what you understand are two different things
Barefoot poets eat the mines filthy dirty deeds
Holding tightly to the faith in a serpent's grasp
Heal the heathens
Oh what a miracle
Heal the heathens
Spilling the blood of the faithful
Up or down or down or out it's all the same to me
I don't need the things you need to get me out of my seat
I don't need the crutch of faith to comfort me
Heal the heathens
Oh what a miracle
Heal the heathens
Spilling the blood of the faithful
Barefoot poets eat the mines filthy dirty deeds
Holding tightly to the faith in a serpent's grasp
Stand up and walk
Stand up and walk
Your lack of faith has made you well
I don't need a crutch
My lack of faith has made me well
Stand up and walk
Heal the heathens
What a miracle
Heal the heathens
Spilling the blood of the faithful
Heal the heathens
Oh what a miracle
Heal the heathens
Spilling the blood of the faithful
Of the faithful
Of the faithful
Of the faithful
What a miracle
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