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I Didn't Raise My Son to Be a Soldier

de Grace Petrie

Slut

You are beautiful
And you and you and me
It's biblical
It doesn't have to read
Political
Oh, it's so hard to be a
Criminal

Whoops
The rosary just got a little
Twisted
Around my neck
Around your neck
They burn us at the stake
Call it religion
They pray for us
They say I'm a

Slut
Every time we touch
They crucify me to prove
I don't belong with you
But love is love
And I'm a slut

I want transsexual rights
I love bisexual guys
I'm a pansexual fright
I need that girl-on-girl
Crime
I want it black, white and
Yellow
If you're a doll, baby, hello
I want that Laganja
Estranja ushy-gushy
Stiletto

Whoops
The rosary just got a little
Twisted
Around my neck
Around your neck
They burn us at the stake
Call it religion
They pray for us
They say I'm a

Slut
Every time we touch
They crucify me to prove
I don't belong with you
But love is love
And I'm a slut

Boom, boom, bang, bang
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the—
Boom, boom, bang, bang
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the—

I close my eyes
I hear the angels calling
Tears in my eyes
I see their kingdom falling
They fought the fight
So we could keep becoming
I am alive
I am enough
I am the light
I am a

Slut
Every time we touch
They crucify me to prove
I don't belong with you
But love is love
And I'm a slut

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