Numbers 31 17-18

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The context is missing, long long forgotten 
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Oh, the context, the context is on the milk cartons 
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But they still fill the bottle for that silhouette of air 
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The babe will crawl home and suck on excuses and prayers 
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Context ! Context ! There is context to the slaughter 
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There is a loving good good reason god's quotations kill a daughter 
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There's a lump under the rug in religion's house 
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They will dance and defend anything to keep it from coming out 
 

 
A 
There's a whore next door, She's your reward 
Em 
Oh what you could you want, could you want that's more ? 
D 
Before her death, I heard her say something : 
E 
"I'm biting into an apple and I'm afraid of nothing ." 
 

Interlude 
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And here they come with their bullets made of Jesus 
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The muscle of god that will surely defeat us 
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The bigger question that's presenting 
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Is what kind of god are you defending? 
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The love of a parent that that if you deny 
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That parent will send you straight down and watch your muscle fry 
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They will not stop singing and defending that song 
D 
Rather find the excuse for massacre than be wrong 
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Rather ignore the lyrics than stop singing along 
 

 
A 
There's a whore next door, She's your reward 
Em 
Oh what you could you want, could you want that's more ? 
D 
Before her death, I heard her say something : 
E 
"I'm biting into an apple and I'm afraid of nothing ." 
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Oh, oh god says you're such a good boy 
       Em 
Take a child for yourself, for yourself to enjoy 
      D 
Cause what god gives, god can take 
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And give to you with god-given permission to break 
 

 
            Em 
Break break break 
          D 
Take take take 
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Good boy good good boy good boy good boy good  
Good good good good good good good good good good good good good good 
 

Interlude 
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Context ! Context ! 
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There is context to the gore 
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Relax your furrowed brow 
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For the rape was blessed by the lord 
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There is no need for concern 
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There is no need for a fight 
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The drug of god's permission 
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Will help you sleep 
Sleep 
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Sleeeeeeeep at night 
 

 
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There's a whore next door 
She's your reward 
{Em} 
Oh what you could you want, could you want that's more ? 
 {D} 
Before her death, I heard her say something : 
E                                              A 
"I'm biting into an apple and I'm afraid of nothing ." 
                 Em 
I'M AFRAID OF NOTHING . (whore next door, she's your reward .) 
                 D 
I'M AFRAID OF NOTHING . (oh what could you want, could you want that's more .) 
                 E 
I'M AFRAID OF NOTHING . (before her death, I heard her say something .) 
(God can give innocence, god can take it .) 
D 
(And give it to a good man to break it .) 
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The women are ghosts, they are sheets, they're compliant (I'M AFRAID OF NOTHING .) 
Em 
God made their voices and demanded their silence (I'M AFRAID OF NOTHING .) 
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Oh isn't it strange, the morality of god (I'M AFRAID OF NOTHING .) 
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Caters to the ones in control, how strange, how odd 

Oh you good fucking joy of a boy 
Em 
You good good good fucking good good good boy 
       D 
Take a child, take one, take two, take another 
       E                   D 
Your reward for obeying is kids and plunder 
      A 
Cause what god gives, god can take 
      Em 
Cause what god gives, god can take 
      D 
Cause what god gives, god can take 
    E                                        A 
And give to you with god-given permission to break 
 

Outro 
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