Contextual Analysis of "minister" in Lyrics

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i can heal you

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we are the king's claws and fangs. why should you roll us on from misery to misery

hey

the minister of the sinister

but i chose to stay in bed

but right now honey i'm better off dead

weightlifting first feelings

going on ten years of hold my calls"

six feet underground

i don't need one around

peace and much love my people

right here with the teacher

they get it from the

the prime minister

presidents

they said that we didn't care

we'll die before we crawl

praying for a bullet hail

but it was no dream

oligarchs and showgirls were all with me

witnessin the sinister

splittin up your skin

bills and budgets are waiting

unemployment is rising

thin faced sally skinned a cat in my alley

in your tomb

i'm not the same cause you

saints out of fools

tear your eyes

reversing conga

i went to the future and this what i saw

whoa. i'm the alchemist

hey

a marine of brigadista

nuff

tell me how come

heaven

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