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Monsignor Jones is, all Skin and Bones
He’s got a little bit of time. To quit the blow,
the woman on the corner by the neon sign.

Oh Monsignor Jones
Monsignor Jones has, Sex on the phone masquerading as
A single guy with a job. Sentimental and
gentle with a shiny new Saab.
Oh Monsignor Jones x2
Jesus wants you for a sunbeam, And I, will get you there on time
Cause I’m the hangman, and I’m your judge
and I’m no preacher and I’ve no church

Stop your running, Your spilling trails of bloody guts on the ground
Come on back, here’s a bag, collect your plumbing.
Your congregation’s not around, so save your whining
For that moment soon when your dying breath just hangs

You’ll know exactly how it feels, the other way around
County Fireman Fred has never married or wed.
He’s saved a little bit away, so when he finds her, he’ll wed her, bed her and take her away
Oooh county fireman Fred
Em
County Fireman Fred’s Love, is clearly pure symptomatic a need to be real
He met a girl on the phone, she owns a Saab and …
…Maaan she can squeal!
Oh County Fireman Fred, x2
Jesus wraps you in his love, And I will get you there on time
Cause I’m the hangman, and I’m your judge
and I’m no preacher and I’ve no church

Stop your running, It’s unbecoming
Don’t you know that all, The stupid ones will shine above
And as your dying breath just hangs

You’ll get to feel all forty lubed and ready inches of my bb bat’s love

Oh Monsignor Jones
May your hypocrisy , dine upon your bones
You should probably know
When your confession is through
We'll try out my brand new Deli slicer

Non stick Aluminum coated
A removable feed tray for faster cleaning of your bloody pieces.
You won't be buried in the ground, I run a homeless shelter downtown
You’ll be Sunday’s all you can eat buffet
So shake a leg let’s get this started

it is littered, literally littered…
With all of the tombstones that I call

Home, Monsignor Jones

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from Catching Up with the Always, track released September 1, 2016
Music and Lyrics by Oliver Moore

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The Oliver Moore Band Salt Lake City, Utah

The Oliver Moore Band relies on dark unique messages buried within it's content while snaring you with it's hooks

When defining "tOMB's" genre, be warned: At first listen you might think that your toes are tapping to a corporate backed, non-political\religious\profane infectious pop tune. You would be wrong. tOMB's lyrics have bite and every melody demands your acknowledgement of it's balls.
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