| Lyrics: | I'd send you a rain god of painted balsa wood.
It's only regular, it won't matter none.
I'd rather a real god, who pushes buttons well.
I'd rather run it like a Corleone.
I'd run it well.
When in hell, when in hell do as the hellions do.
I think that I can
learn I wouldn't bet my life.
I think that I can learn but don't hold your breath.
I think
that I can learn if I try real hard.
I think that I can learn, what a wierd idea.
Always
in trouble for taking hand-outs and patting Jesus on his jelly roll.
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