Sinful, spasmed
Not for it's own spoiled sake
God kills poor people
Not gods nor princes of men
Jenny, you're a meteor
Wake the sentry
Four lashes for your failure
Prick the finger
Do please save the blood
Jenny, you're a meteor
A few slaves short of paradise
A few days short of enough time
A few more words than were required
We're gonna get it this time
2005/06/19
Jenny, You're A Meteor
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