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See the day God let men shake hands 
And aloud women to give birth 
Is the day the devil stuck his flag in the ground 
Declared it his turf 
And at night he goes to sleep 
But without closing his eye lids 
Like a junky found dead 
Under the docks of coney island 
And he promises to speak the [bad word] 
Then he lies again 

 [bad word]  
And aw it's venomous yes, venomous yes 
And no but were talkin' bout the devil 
What have [bad word] to expect 

(Have [bad word] to expect) 

See there is some kind of upside
But that sky has yet to tell us 
And it just keeps on rainin' bricks 
And we've forgotten our umbrellas 
Well I guess it's hard to see the devil 
When he's wearing face paint 
If you think you'll see him soon your bound to get impatient 
You ain't a saint, you a sinner like us 
You see there ain't no proof that God exists but in God we [bad word] 

 [bad word]  
Venomous yes, venomous yes 
Lord it's so venomous venomous 
Venomous yes 
Venomous yes, venomous yes 
Lord it's so venomous yes 
Venomous yea yea yea 

He was spotted yesterday, 
Somebody sound that alarm
He was found dead in his closet 
(With a needle in his a a arm yeah) 

 [bad word]  
Venomous yes, venomous yes 
Lord it's so ven o mous yes 
Venomous yes, ven o mous