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You know Jesus, the magician
Statistician, God bless your superstition
Walked on water, turned it into wine
Hated faggots, complained about them all the time

The world is lousy with religion
Of course yours is the true one
Your faith can't make our decisions
Aren't they our decisions anyway?

They're only words, they can't draw blood
Is that a dose of Jesus' love?
Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming
Razorblades

Razorblades, razorblades
Your words are so sharp with hate
Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming
Razorblades

Who'd believe us without statisticians?
Mounting death tolls, God bless your superstition
If there's no atheists in the trenches
I think that maybe they came to their senses

The world is lousy with religion
Of course yours is a peaceful one
Your faith can't make our decisions
Aren't they our decisions anyway?

But they're only words, they can't draw blood
Is that a dose of Jesus' love?
Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming
Razorblades

Razorblades, razorblades
Your words are so sharp with hate
Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming
Razorblades

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