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I do my sums on fingers and thumbs
42 dead marked on the wall in my bathroom

Dislike religion
And I don't like snow
One cools me down, the other leaves me cold

I have been told
Ideas that are sold
Put you in your grave
And God is in his ghetto
She's screaming in staccato, and God is in his ghetto
I do my sums on fingers and thumbs   42 dead marked on the wall in my bathroom      Dislike religion   And I don't like snow   One cools me down, the other leaves me cold      I have been told   Ideas that are sold   Put you in your grave   And God is in his ghetto   She's screaming in staccato, and God is in his ghetto