I'm going to hide from the rain, I'm tired of running
Round while these nuns eat my grain
Ransacking, wolfpacking rats in a cult of fame, so lame
Secret christians are all the same, don't be grumpy and cold
If you want to I can burn up a hole in this coal
Don't be surprised if it warms up right when we die tonight
Secret xtians are not too bright
It's not too bright, it's not too bright
It's not too bright na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

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