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Jesus got run over by Isaiah
Walking from the manger Christmas Eve
You can say it's sacreligious
But that's only if you choose to believe

He's been drinking too much of his own blood
And we begged him not to go
But he forgot about his blessing
And the father struck him down right in the snow
When they found him Christmas morning
At the scene of the attack
He had tire skidds on his forehead
And incriminating sandalprints on his back

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Now we're all so proud of Noah
He's even built himself a well
Instead of drifting to the ocean
And getting flooded to the brim with animals
It's not Christmas without Jesus
All the clergy's dressed in black
And we just can't help but wonder
Should we open up the church and bring him back

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Now the bread is on the table
And the wine is made of blood
And the blue and silver candles
That would just have matched the hair in that goat's cudd
I warned all the priests and preachers
Better watch out for yourselves
They should never badmouth Christians
Or the man above will damn them all to hell

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