| Night has draped its cape of stars
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| Over our small town
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| From the campus to the tavern
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| To the chapel and infirmary
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| We’ve seen their dreams
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| We’ve found the guilt
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| The fables, and folly
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| Of residents residing in…
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| 14 hymns for the heathen
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| First hymn, the son of God complex
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| Second hymn, the prodigal damsel
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| Third hymn, the tree stump of knowledge
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| Choking on Adam’s apple
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| This odd lot under the cross
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| This broken promised land
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| Of dreamers and schemers
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| And preachers and predators
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| They shall not want
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| What they’ve got coming to them
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| Whether innocent or insolent
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| 14 hymns for the heathen
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| Fourth hymn, the passion of the Chaplain
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| Fifth hymn, the brute kiss of Judas
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| Sixth hymn, Sodom falls to ashes
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| Seventh hymn, the church of doubting Thomas
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| Eighth hymn, the Horses of the Apocalypse
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| Ninth hymn, immaculate exception
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| Tenth hymn, the demons of Mary Magdalene
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| I am a chapel, this the prayer book, these are the parables
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| God forgive us, this is our business, absolving sins of all these heathens
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| Eleventh hymn, the Bible Belt tightens
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| Twelfth hymn, a leacherous Shepard
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| Thirteenth hymn, hiding in confession
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| Fourteenth hymn, an afterword
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| Rocking chairs of disenchantment
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| Green grass of envy and malice
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| Our salad days, living in Happy Hollow |