Hail hail, God’s dead, I’m wet
Soaked in a Roman bath of gold and green
Back back, hard stares, envy
Gotta get clean I got my maker to meet
Down down, hard ground, mob scene
The Proles in the gallery are letting off steam
Back back, handshakes, crooked smiles
Had enough of hangin’ round just so you can take what’s mine


Lyrics submitted by TheMentalist

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