Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction
Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons
So gentlemen, if you're gonna preach, for God sakes preach with conviction!
In this little number we're graced by two displays of character,
We've got: the gunslinger extraordinaire walking contradictions
And I for one can see no blood from the hearts and the wrists you allegedly slit
And I for one won't stand for this if this scene were a parish you'd all be condemned.
Strike up the band!
The conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights!
We sure are in for a show tonight
No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.
Strike up the band!
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