with apologies to Bob Dylan
Pray, baby, pray, pray unto your big bad god
Pray, baby, pray, pray unto your big bad god
Whatever neurons you have in your mind
He’ll hide them from your with his godly shine
Pray, baby, pray, pray unto your big bad god
Stay, baby, stay, stay with your god awhile
Until the break of day, lie there prostrate on the tiles
Your fly is open but your crotch is stained
And you’re weirdest thing I’ve ever seen
Stay, baby, stay, stay with your god awhile
Why wait any longer for your life here to end
You can eat your cake and have mine too
Why wait any longer for your heaven above
When it's hovering right over you
Pray, baby, pray, pray unto your big bad god
Stay, baby, stay, stay until the truth's completely dead
I don't wanna see you in the morning light
I wanna be rid of you this very night
Stay, baby, stay, stay until the truth's completely dead
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