Won More Hit

Please oh please oh please

Give me just one more hit

Please oh please oh please

Give me just one more hit

It's an exorcism bitches

A horror story

Okay we stole you from your mother and we beat you red

and bloody

And we made you build a country and we never gave you

nothing

But a savior with our ugly face painted on the front

And we let you sing about it entertain us every Sunday

Sing when you're worshipping sing when you're working

And see if you can sing your self out of the hurt

you're in

Please oh please give me just one more hit

Make it extra special and you might not get the whip

People want to hear your instruments and voices

It's just so annoying have to always come and join you

It reminds us of the horrible conditions that we're

causing

Really rather avoid it try hard to ignore it

Give me one performance and an engineer record it

Then we can all enjoy it and we never have to know you

Please oh please give me just one more hit

I sell it 'round the planet and I'm keeping every cent

Treat you like a hero and we all come to see you

In a big fancy theatre dressed in a tuxedo

Going to have to seat you in the kitchen when you feed

you

A place this regal doesn't serve your kind of people

Love to get an earful and praise and even cheer you

But we're still too fearful to think of eating near you

Please oh please give me just one more hit

You sing so very nice but I don't want you 'round my

kids