Swamp Church Songtext
von The Dogs

You are not here to be entertained
This is a sermon of guilt and pain
I don′t care if you are a child
Not yet horror trained

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Right here is your future
Get down and kneel for your preacher
And when the knife grows sharp in blood
Blessed be the butcher

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Swamp Church

Preacher, peasant or priest
Let's all bite down on our wrists
When the first rust comes out
One final feast

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Swamp Church