Verse:
We got outlaws
We got blue laws
Come Sunday, we roll up the sidewalks
300,000 hypocrites, baby, I count myself amongst
We got poets and preachers, we got hookers 
Hell I’ve might have one in the trunk

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Verse:
We had us an underwear mogul
A little man, scared and ignoble
Thought he might try out that whole master race thing baby
Since then we’ve mostly covered up the truth
But if you wern’t rich and white, he’d take away your right to reproduce
Anywhere else it might be a sin, but we named the mall after him

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Chorus:
In the city that cancer built
In the middle of the bible belt
If you ain’t sitting on a pew come Sunday morning
We’ll just call the devil and tell him you’re comming

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Bridge:
We’ve got Maya Angelou
At her place at Bartram Way
She rides prettier words than me
They come from the same damn, ugly place
The same goddamn damn ugly place

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Chorus:
In the city that cancer built
In the middle of the bible belt
If you ain’t sitting on a pew come Sunday morning
We’ll just call the devil and tell him you’re comming

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Verse:
We've got the best hospitals for curing what we caused
I bet the same people own them, baby. There ought to be a law.

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Verse:
40 miles south of Maybery
A town that was mostly make-believe
A point ‘round here thare aint many that wanna concdede
Selling beer on a Sunday morning, still carries a heavy fine
Wouldn’t you rather be learning ‘bout, how Jesus turned water in to wine

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Chorus:
In the city that cancer built
In the middle of the bible belt
If you’re ass ain’t on a pew come Sunday morning
We’ll just call the devil and tell him you’re comming