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[Verse 1]:
I'm feeling so righteous
Despite being likened
To the Devil and my head'll
Sprout horns like a Viking
My exterior puts fear in ya
But I swear I'm gentle and you won't find anyone cheery-er
I volunteer at hospitals full of hobbled peers
I joined PETA--won't eat a live thing or swallow beer
I know my pointy tail can yield a lot of fear
But I swear I'd prefer a halo revolve my ears
Why does the idea of me sitting on the board of a charity
Bring hilarity? I'm a parody
I weep at any news of a tragedy
And I'm avidly giving to Red Cross
A piece of my salary
How can I be vilified when I've never k**ed a fly?
Much less a guy--I'm as chill as Miller Lite..
How can I prove I'm an apple polisher?
Cross on my neck proves I'm an active follower
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[Verse 2]:
I'm feeling so evil towards people
Even though I'm supposed to be poster boy for the Lord, regal
Robes that I'm draped in painted
Burgundy, reversing the purity of the white; man, it's tainted
My wings spring out of my back
I drink a lot 'til I black out
Pals in clouds ain't proud of my act
In fact, the movie "Dogma": I helped with the script
Took actors' salaries cuz actually I'm selfish as sh**
I ain't acting on God's behalf
If I smite, it might
Be because a voice inside me strongly asked
Don't be concerned about churches being wrongly taxed
I use the dough for gold statues with the longest shafts
I was angered from the clouds, wield
A mighty sword
And you swore how I'm depicted is in "Angels in the Outfield"
Truth is I'm a rebel activist
Shredding pacifists
Secretly acting as the Devil's Advocate
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Amen