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Sunday only happens once
Diamonds only come from dust
If I never ever earn your trust
You can talk to me, you can talk to me

They don’t really care what you believe
The bread and wine have been replaced by leaves
Now I’m in the company of thieves
It’s where I wanna be, it’s where I wanna be

The girls are getting stoned on Easter
The boys are getting bored
The girls are getting stoned on Easter
On the day of the lord, the day of the lord

The preacher eats potato chips at mass
The eggs are hidden all about grass
Oh my dear, I thought you’d never ask
That’s why I didn’t say, that’s why I didn’t say

Chocolate fingers always on the hunt
God is just a publicity stunt
Pardon me if I have been too blunt
I gave it all away, I gave it all away

The girls are getting stoned on Easter
The boys are getting bored
The girls are getting stoned on Easter
On the day of the lord, the day of the lord

I don’t think I’ll ever break the yolk
My membership in life has been revoked
And disappearing in a cloud of smoke
I will fade away, I will fade away

The girls are getting stoned on Easter
The boys are getting bored
The girls are getting stoned on Easter
On the day of the lord, the day of the lord

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