Secret Xtians
Ruban Nielson
I'm going to hide from the rain
I am 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
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