Bak Et Halleluja
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Behind A Hallelujah
Father, I'm begging you for forgiveness
It's my fault Tony's wrapped in a tire cover
I beg you, help, Father, help me
I'm standing in boots of cement
Father, help me
I said "Russian Roulette's not a good idea"
But he felt in the zone, and he forced me in
I saw him spinning the cylinder
He put the barrel between his teeth
I shall pray for you, my son
Because by him, you've not yet been judged
No one could turn down the offer Monsieur Clavier made
And only Father Martin knows who's behind a hallelujah
Tony has a formidable double
Track him down, make a contract, give him money
You can take a handful out of our collection plate
You can be like most people, or become a priest
But never return here
For here, your days are over
I shall pray for you, my son
Because by him, you've not yet been judged
No one could turn down the offer Monsieur Clavier made
And only Father Martin knows who's behind a hallelujah
And only Father Martin knows who's behind a hallelujah
And only Father Martin knows
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