Numbers 31:17-18

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Now kill all the boys

And kill every woman who has had sex with a man

But save for yourselves the young girls

Who have not had sex with a man

Save for yourselves, save for yourselves the virgin

Take the virgin children for yourselves

Good boy, good boy, good boy, good boy

The context is missing, long, long forgotten

Oh, the context, the context is on the milk cartons

But they still feel the battle for that silhouette of air

The people go home and suck on excuses and prayers

Context, context, there's context to the slaughter

There's a long good, good reason

God's quotations killed the daughter

There's a lump under the rug in religion's house

They will dance and defend anything to keep it from coming out

There's a whore next door, she's your reward

Oh, what could you want, could you want that's more?

Before her death, I heard her say something

I'm biting into an apple, and I'm afraid of nothing

And here they come with their bullets made of Jesus

The muscle of God that will surely defeat us

The bigger question that's presenting

Is "What kind of God are you defending?"

The love of a parent that if you deny

That parent will send you straight down and watch your muscle fry

They will not stop singing and defending that song

Rather find the excuse for massacre than be wrong

Rather ignore the lyrics than stop singing along

There's a whore next door, she's your reward

Oh, what could you want, could you want that's more?

Before her death, I heard her say something

I'm biting into an apple, and I'm afraid of nothing

Oh, God says you're such a good boy

Take a child for yourself, for yourself to enjoy

'Cause what God gives, God can take

And give to you with God-given permission to break

Break, break, break

Take, take, take

Good boy, good boy, good boy, good boy

Good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good

Context, context, there's context to the gore

Relax your furrowed brow, for the rape was blessed by the Lord

There is no need for concern, there is no need for a fight

The drug of God's permission will help you sleep

Sleep, sleep at night

There's a whore next door, she's your reward

Oh, what could you want, could you want that's more?

Before her death, I heard her say something

I'm biting into an apple, and I'm afraid of nothing

I'm afraid of nothing

I'm afraid of nothing

I'm afraid of nothing, ooh

Women are ghosts, they are sheets that comply, and

God made their voices and demanded their silence

Oh, isn't it strange? The morality of God caters to the ones that control

How strange, how odd

Oh, you good fucking joy of a boy

Good, good, good, fucking good, good, good boy

Take a child, take one, take two, take another

Your reward for obeying is kids and blunder

'Cause what God gives, God can take

'Cause what God gives, God can take

'Cause what God gives, God can take

And give to you with God-given permission to break