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I pried his kneecaps up like the lid On a can of paint I nailed his tongue to his chin So I couldn't hear him complain I stuck some PVC where the sun don't shine Fed some barbed while through I swear to God I could see that he could see God's face When I pulled out the tube I prayed for justice How Jesus had always taught us But he turned the rain into wine And that's not the kind Of miracle to pull me through At the end of the day I found a better way to Fry a fish like you From Letras Mania