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Today no one is leaving the place,

Go and wash what you call your face kids.

For the sake of The Lord, his glory and grace

Dad woke up sober and unable to pace

His battery is over so the battering too

The hole in the wallet is now to be sued

Now we can stay here and never move

Thank you my Lord, but what can I do?

And The Lord said

Each day goes to the dawn

Each way exists on its own

Each word you’ve ever thrown

I will pick up and decompose

Angel went down and gave us a kiss

Creator is generous and really exists

We can here his words fell of Dad’s lips

«I cannot walk, I don’t feel my hips!»

The credit is payed and now it is due

He got his payback and sick-benefits too

The hole in the wallet is now to be sued

Thank you my Lord, but what can I do?