(Music, Lyrics, Guitar - Dan Bach) (Vocals - Myron Todd) Within my soul desire burns to know the world in certain terms. I aimed to learn the scholar's way, but failing logic, took up faith. So I've convened this pious troop, oh Godless men, we preach to you. Our tribe is hard and wanton, by God we are forgotten. The only joy we've known is tearing flesh from bone. We've heard you preach the gospels to reform us sinful cannibals, but if there're more of us than you, we'll have missionary stew. Three missionaries, three cannibals, three to save three God…
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