Looking at the man that you've made
He's poor and alone and afraid
His body was in your command
Everything except for the hands

How did you become a wife?
How did you become a mom?
What did you think of the knife?
What did you think of the bomb?

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Everybody knows of the things that you've done now
This is what it took for one Saint to get out
Everybody knows of the shame that you hid now
This is what it took, the one way to get out

Sitting all alone in a cell
I'm hoping that you're burning in Hell
But everybody already knows
They saw you die on the HBO

What do you think of my life?
What do you think of my job?
I still dream of the knife
I still wait for the bomb

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