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Heaven For Nothin' (and Your Wine For Free)

Now look at them monks.
That's the way you do it.
You sing the chants down at the monastery.
That ain't workin'.
That's the way you do it.
Heaven for nothin', 
and your wine for free.

Now that ain't workin'.
That's the way you do it.
Lemme tell you them priests ain't dumb.
Maybe get some blisters on our knees.
Maybe get a bilster on your palm.

We gotta teach these inner city kids.
Wear these habits, this hair, Jeez!!!
We gotta feed the poor and the hungry.
We gotta live our lives on our knees.

See that silly monk with the hood and the robe.
Bald on the top with a little ring o' hair.
That little monk gets to talk to the Pope!!
That little monk, it just ain't fair!

We gotta teach these ...

I should'a been born a boy.
I coulda' gone to the seminary.
Look at that monk, prayin' at the altar.
His head is bald, but his face is hairy.
and Up there, what's that?  Bells and incense.
Waivin' them around for all to see.
That ain't working, that's the way you do it.
Get to heaven for nothin' and your wine for free.

Heaven for nothin. . .. .
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