Looking at the man that you've made

He's poor and alone and afraid

His body was in your command

Everything except for the hands



How did you become a wife?

How did you become a mom?

What did you think of the knife?

What did you think of the bomb?



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Everybody knows of the things that you've done now

This is what it took for one Saint to get out

Everybody knows of the shame that you hid now

This is what it took, the one way to get out



Sitting all alone in a cell

I'm hoping that you're burning in Hell

But everybody already knows

They saw you die on the HBO



What do you think of my life?

What do you think of my job?

I still dream of the knife

I still wait for the bomb



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