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I got a job in the city
There's no god in the city
Uncle Noel's got cancer in his brain
Uncle Noel's got cancer in his lungs and his brain
I thought it would tear that man apart
Luckily, uncle Noel's got Jesus in his heart
I'm an Aquarius
Pull pull tow-cat
Praise the lord
Praise the lord (Praise the lord)
Praise the lord (Praise the lord)
Praise the lord (Praise the lord)
There's no job in the city
Mike lost 116 months
Allegedly all because of Benedictine monks
But he couldn't help him find a job
Luckily Mikey found himself at peace with god
I'm evangelical
Aus fa chaus fai
Praise the lord (Praise the lord)
Praise the lord (Praise the lord)
Praise the lord (Praise the lord)
Praise the lord (Praise the lord)
Praise the lord (Praise the lord)
Praise the lord (Praise the lord)
Praise the lord (Praise the lord)
Praise the lord (Praise the lord)