Bells softly ring beneath their steeple
They're selling souls and they're dealing people
And the choirs sing, the coyotes laugh
And quietly they'll take everything you have
You can't trust em'
Their souls are lost. They keep taking Jesus back off of the cross
Lightning won't strike 'em and the cops won't bust 'em
And all I know, all I know, is you can't trust 'em
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