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アーティスト:Bo Burnham 

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(I went to a Catholic school for four years, and I also went to garage band for 20 minutes, and this is the product of that. Hit it.) All the seats at the Sunday masses, Filled with the mass's massive asses, Classes pass as fast as molasses. Ceremonial reading glasses Read a little bit of Leviticus. All the kids are a little too little for this. All the parents nod in agreement - "I think I can vaguely see what he meant." It's too early in the morning glory To read another allegory story, The father, reads a little bit farther, Assuring the assured that they need not bother "When God, in verse 45, said the slaves are okay to buy, He meant that people, all from the start Each have slaves within their hearts. Things, that we have sold or boughten, that are forced to pick our moral cotton God calls us to set these free, free our hearts from slavery... And then as God goes on to explain the logistics of buying and selling slaves..." (Uh, he, ju-- the Bible sorta like, uh, it's like typos didn'--) In the back, I sit and I nod to the beats that are bumpin' from my iPod My god, they're starting to pray And over the music I can hear them say "Dear God, dear Lord, dear vague muscular man with a beard or a sword. Dear good all-seeing being, my way or the highway Yahweh. The blue-balled anti-masturbator, the great, all-loving faggot hater, I'd like to thank your holy might for making me both rich and white And though this is your day of rest, I come to you with one request There's so much pain beyond this steeple, Wars and drugs and homeless people. Sadness, where there should be


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