Churches

Intro: 
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Some folks say I'm a leech to society 
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But I'ma here to tell you I ain't 

'Cause if there weren't no sinners in this world 
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Then there wouldn't be a need for saints 

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The world needs holy rollers 
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But there's room for high rolling too 

And if y'all weren't busy judging me 
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Well, they'd start judging you 



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'Cause guys like me are job security 
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For all the saints and preachers of this world 
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My disordered human will keep the church pews filled 
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And gives the congregation something to pray for 

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We've all got our callings and positio-o-ons 
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But I play my part keepin' churches in business 



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Who'd be there to shoot out the lights 
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When the bars are closing down 

Who else here could lubricate 
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This dry Methodist town 

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My sins make your sins look harmless 
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And yours makes mine look cool 

It's a symbiotic relationship 
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The holy and the fool 



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'Cause guys like me are job security 
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For all the saints and preachers of this world 
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My disordered human will keep the church pews filled 
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And gives the congregation something to pray for 

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We've all got our callings and positio-o-ons 
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But I play my part keepin' churches in business 


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Break: 
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Well sometimes the difference 'tween the holy and profane 
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Ain't that great at all 
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I'm sure you think you're pure as Coke 
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But I admit that I'm lost 

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My three-beer buzz and Copenhagen 
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Won't keep me outta Heaven's gates 
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But tell me when's the last time you repented 
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For thinking you're better than me 



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And guys like me are job security 
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For all the saints and preachers of this world 
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My disordered human will keep the church pews filled 
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And gives the congregation something to pray for 

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We've all got our callings and positio-o-ons 
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But I play my part keepin' churches in busineeeeeeess