He was tarred and feathered for his independence
Give me cloak and dagger, give no early warning
Give me smoke and mirror, give me want and yearning
As I was walking out the door, I thought of something to say
But I really wasn't sure, that I was going away
I am not smiling anymore, and I need something to blame
As I was walking out the door
John the Baptist, drinking holy water
Left me cloaked in ratshit, rotting fruit and laughter
Give me hurt and bother, give me dissatisfaction
Give me old and doddered, give me broke in traction
As I was walking out the door, I thought of something to say
But I really wasn't sure, that I was going away
I am not smiling anymore, and I need something to blame
As I was walking out the door
Oh spawn of Satan, in the church donation
Tell me, take no cover in my penetration
Give me neglected, give me lost and searching
Give me crushed and splintered, give me charred and burning
Give me racist bigot, give me unrepentant
Give me stoic ancient with a cruel judgement
Michael the Angel, had such good intentions
He was tarred and feathered for his independence
As I was walking out the door, I thought of something to say
But I really wasn't sure, that I was going away
I am not smiling anymore, and I need something to blame
As I was walking out the door
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