Whistle Dixie on my way to this failure's tomb...affixed
gazes, but only if they all had knew...its fixed
I switched places, my sibling's on his way to the crucifix
Joseph set it up, bro's screamin about his forsaken truth
So he blames it on the Father, but they muddied my capital wrong
Sorry man... Mary's got my baby on the way, this bloodline has to go on
Through the ages then... God, It's hazardous... So we dropped the Nazareth
Used the alien's knowledge to travel with the Spaniards on their catamarans
To the new land, it'll be a lotta work, but with hope, we know,
We'll eIther have our hands in the dirt... Or get a job at home depot
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