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God’s Holidays

VERSE 1
On my seat with my cigarette
I see empty cups on the desk
I receive a glass of whisky
From the lady that isn’t there

VERSE 2
I stand up on my skinny legs
Starting to stutter and to beg
I throw my arms up in the air
And grab everything but despair

CHORUS
People might object
Angels are free to have sex
And I’m the only God on earth
The only God on earth

VERSE 3
Where’s mercy when duty calls me
I’m a sinner who likes to sin
What could I expect in the future
If all the sins might not exist

VERSE 4
I sit one more time on my seat
I ask for another whisky
Ask again for a song to hear
As I’m the God of everythin’

CHORUS
People might object
Angels are free to have sex
And I’m the only God on earth
The only God on earth

CHORUS
People might object
Angels are free to have sex
And I’m the only God on earth
The only God on earth

CHORUS
People might object
Angels are free to have sex
And I’m the only God on earth
The only God on earth

CHORUS
People might object
Angels are free to have sex
And I’m the only God on earth
The only God on earth

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