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I got a job in the city 1, 2, 3, 4 There’s no god in the city Uncle Noel’s got cancer in his brain Uncle Noel’s got cancer in his lungs and his brain I thought it would tear that man apart Luckily, uncle Noel’s got Jesus in his heart I’m an Aquarius 1, 2, 3, 4 Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Hey There’s no jobs in the city Mike lost 116 months Allegedly all because of Benedictine monks Bucky couldn’t help him find a job Luckily Mikey found himself at peace with God I’m evangelical 1, 2, 3, 4 Letras de canciones Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) Praise the lord (Praise the lord) From Letras Mania