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dangerous hippies – hot off the press lyrics

[speaking]: how many of you sold your soul to the devil? smoked your dope? drank your wine and your liquor and your beer? and the only thing that you lived for was your next high and whatever pleasure you might gain from it? and one day you awakened and said to yourself “i’m an absolute total waste. my life is wasted. and i’m eternally doomed for h+ll.”

woke up today
my head was reeling
i should’ve been asleep but the doorbell was ringing
naked, put some clothes on
i’m thinking “somebody better have a god d+mn good reason”
open up the door and it’s a geeky motherf+cker with a tie and a bike and some literature
eyes rolling in my head but he’s bright eyed and ready
hot off the press from salt lake city

now i’m feeling guilty cause i’ve been here before
i grew up in the church
i don’t need it no more
you’re high on the gospel and you need to believe but me
if i wanna get high i’ll just smoke (weed)

hot off the press (me)
i don’t need to second guess (the)
right or the wrong (things)
based on sh+t scared people always selling me

i don’t wanna hear what happens when i die
you’re full of sh+t if you think you’re right
you can wait around for the second act, yeah
or you can live your life while you’re right here, right now
right here, right now
right here, right now
right here
or be a fool for the afterlife
right here, right now
right here, right now
right here
or be a fool
hot off the press
the choir was singing
i made a lot of notes but my head was ringing
i worry about the planet and the human race
we’re probably gonna die from our own disgrace
step up off the pew and it’s a desperate motherf+cker with a cross and a bible to commiserate
i’m living on faith
what a pretty little sucker with a handful of cash and a collection plate

now i’m getting guilty cause i’ve been there before
no more human thoughts that you gotta repent for
funny you can be in all the bullsh+t lands when you’re high on faith and you’re laying in god’s hands

hot off the press (me)
i don’t need to second guess (the)
right or the wrong (things)
based on sh+t scared people always selling me

hot off the press
the choir was singing
right here, right now
right here, right now
hot off the press
the choir was singing
don’t be a fool

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