One Word letter to the monk

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They tore down the church in your hometown
And put up a place where all the rich men
go to get poor.
Yeah God don't live there anymore
It rains all day in the city
And the hookers have no umbrellas
There ain't no time
They keep forgetting
Cause they've got money to make
And happy homes to break.
I used to wake up every morning
Water poured on my face
I had a nightmare I was drowning
You were screaming we're late
And so I pulled on my clothes
Shoved my feet out the door
Now it's only canes and crutches
No one runs anymore
And the carpet man put the carpet down
And the furniture maker stuffs a bigger couch
But what you need is a cushion on your toilet seat
Cause you're full of shit
We're all full of shit
Hey *$ ^#!
I heard your daddy knows
That you can't keep your legs closed
Uh oh!
Did you forget about the cops
Calling up at the house?
Talking all about the neighbors caught you
Without your blouse
And I knew how you fucked him
More than once before
But I kept my mouth shut
It was our father who called you a whore.
I used to wake up every morning
Water poured on my face
I had a nightmare I was drowning
You were screaming we're late
And so I pulled on my clothes
Shoved my feet out the door
Now it's only canes and crutches
No one runs anymore
And the carpet man put the carpet down
And the furniture maker stuffs a bigger couch
But what you need is something that you would value
Oh I got nothing.
Is it lonely on that street corner,
without your umbrella?
When the rain falls down
does it wake you up?
Are you worried that you're late?
have you had enough?
Cause there's no need to be a puppet on a string
But we've been raised to love this suffering.
So stick around your lion's den
And get that meat pulled off your bones
And I will offer up the apple and its roots
It's not what's asked of me
but it's all that I can do.

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