I Pray from Sirens by Christopher Bell

Dear lord I thank you, for the potatoes and steak
and to my wife in her new apron, she spent all day
for my job at the factory, my honest cut
two baby girls, made from my blood

i'm raising them right, by your words
teach them to be quiet, honest and pure
and please give them husbands to carry their world.
To lavish them with diamonds, satin and pearls

Dear Lord, I pray
Dear Lord, I pray
You're high up in heaven, with the angels and saints
Dear Lord, I pray

blind my eyes, from what I don't understand
the evils of science, and secular bands.
Deliver me from the sinners, fags/gays/queers/hippies/commies and girls
burning their bra's for jobs their too stupid to work

Dear Lord, I pray
Dear Lord, I pray
You're high up in heaven, with the angels and saints
Dear Lord, I pray

I threw out the tv, and burned all the books
built a fence around my whole property
just Hold me tight and safe in this world

Dear Lord, I pray
Dear Lord, I pray
You're high up in heaven, with the angels and saints
Dear Lord, I pray

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