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a man walks 'round , around the ball

millions (of) dollars for his trips

in his hands the holy book

and it's praying: "down the disease"

hear what he prays, don't trust words

no more lies 'bout hell

lots of children suffer pain

masses die in vain

set them free

he blesses the poor someday god will help

he's marching on (to) another town

while they rest and wait for help

slowly hunger rots 'em down

hear what he prays, don't trust words

no more lies 'bout hell

lots of children suffer pain

masses die in vain

set them free

thanks god for making them believe

that i'm the holy father

next year i want to visit south america again

the military's very nice and the meals are very gently

ha, ha, ha

hear what he prays, don't trust words

no more lies 'bout hell

lots of children suffer pain

masses die in vain

set them free