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And there's no more They've all been replaced with And they have people hostage That's why I'm you this postage
If listening, Mr. UFO man Speak to Jesus, tell Him on earth and Things are worse than have ever been now Father, it's we need You, come down
Hey now, my father And I don't know out there So many of us are
Hey now, we got people shooting We live in I'm not talking I got there yet
Why we got mouths On Larry King with doubts the Rabbi and Minister fuss Shit, another one bites the
So the yellow, red, and white missiles in the dark of night Probably stop, but don't know how That's why Lord, we really you now
If listening Mr. UFO man to Jesus, tell Him we're on earth and Things are than they have ever been now Father, it's urgent, we need You, come
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If listening, Mr. UFO man Speak to Jesus, Him we're on earth and Things are worse than they have been now Father, it's we need You, come down
Why we got mouths On Larry King with religious While the and minister fuss Shit, one bites the dust
So the yellow red black and Send missiles in the of night wanna stop but don't know how That's why Lord, we need you now
If you're Mr. UFO man Speak to Jesus, Him we're on earth and Things are worse than they have ever now Father, it's urgent, we You, come down
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