The Ike Reilly Assassination god and money

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Tell me, mama
Tell me about God and money
I really gotta know
What happened to your soul
Tell me, mama
Tell me should I leave here running
And never look your way again?
I'm alright now, it's cool
I'm alright now with you
Living your good life
Tell me mama
Tell me about sex and dying
I really gotta know
Did you ever open up and flow?
Tell me, mama
Tell me is it worth your trying
To make a mark and save your soul?
I'm alright now, it's cool
I'm alright now with you
Living your good life
Sometimes I get a little
Lost and lonely
I really can't go on
Always drunk on enemies
Do the darkest dance
And puke upon your memory
And trample on your evil ways
Stand up to your darkest days
Twist around the things you say
Stomp upon your gazing face
Spit into your fading gaze
Trample on your yesterdays
But never your tomorrows
Never your tomorrows
Never your tomorrows
I'm alright now with you
I'm alright now, it's cool
I'm alright now with you
Living your good life
Living your good life
Living your good life
Living your good life
Tell me, mama
Tell me about God and money
Tell me, mama
Tell me about God and money
Tell me, mama
Tell me about God and money
Tell me, mama
Tell me about God and money

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