Even Steven Songtext
von Nataly Dawn
Even Steven Songtext
If I could get even with Stephen
I′d sacrifice many a day
To tell all the people who worship his name
All the tales of his merciless ways
It's sad not a soul would believe them
So thick is the web that he′s spun
But I know the truth of his terrible taste
And just maybe the truth will save one
Oh, Stephen
You're not a man, you're not even a boy
You′re just a lying, cheating, apple-eating heathen
And the truth doth bring me joy, oh joy, oh joy
If I could get even with Stephen
I′d have to stoop so very low
A swift uppercut wouldn't cut it, I fear
So blow your top and we must go
Oh, I′d give you a reason for leaving
And tell your incestuous clan
To quit the charades, and for once, just behave
As their Heavenly Father commands
Oh, Stephen
You're not a man, you′re not even a boy
You're just a lying, cheating, apple-eating heathen
And the truth doth bring me joy, oh joy, oh joy
But if I can′t get even with Stephen
I pray dear Saint Peter to spare
Not one filthy detail of your wretched ways
When you're judged for your many affairs
'Cause I cringe when I think that you′re deceiving
Some poor selfless heart as I speak
But the handsomest bastards are all in God′s grace
'Til the crazies awake from their sleep
Oh, Stephen
You′re not a man, you're not even a boy
You′re just a lying, cheating, apple-eating heathen
And the truth doth bring me joy, oh joy, oh joy
Oh joy
I′d sacrifice many a day
To tell all the people who worship his name
All the tales of his merciless ways
It's sad not a soul would believe them
So thick is the web that he′s spun
But I know the truth of his terrible taste
And just maybe the truth will save one
Oh, Stephen
You're not a man, you're not even a boy
You′re just a lying, cheating, apple-eating heathen
And the truth doth bring me joy, oh joy, oh joy
If I could get even with Stephen
I′d have to stoop so very low
A swift uppercut wouldn't cut it, I fear
So blow your top and we must go
Oh, I′d give you a reason for leaving
And tell your incestuous clan
To quit the charades, and for once, just behave
As their Heavenly Father commands
Oh, Stephen
You're not a man, you′re not even a boy
You're just a lying, cheating, apple-eating heathen
And the truth doth bring me joy, oh joy, oh joy
But if I can′t get even with Stephen
I pray dear Saint Peter to spare
Not one filthy detail of your wretched ways
When you're judged for your many affairs
'Cause I cringe when I think that you′re deceiving
Some poor selfless heart as I speak
But the handsomest bastards are all in God′s grace
'Til the crazies awake from their sleep
Oh, Stephen
You′re not a man, you're not even a boy
You′re just a lying, cheating, apple-eating heathen
And the truth doth bring me joy, oh joy, oh joy
Oh joy
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