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Father Bunyip tells me so
He bends me over when we pray
And touches me in a strange way
Then he says that if I tell
My mom and dad will burn in Hell
So whenever I am feeling bad
I cut my wrists and feel less sad
But now I find it doesn't work
And all my friends think I'm a jerk
So I turn to alcohol and drugs
To forget about the "special hugs"
The pastor tells me I have sin
And then he touches me again
Even though I pray and pray
God just looks the other way
It seems like this will never end
So I wipe my eyes and lift my chin
Then tie the rope around my throat
And leave behind this final note:
"Yes, Jesus loves me
The Bible tells me so
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