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[oldmansfiles]

There are two places to find Jesus in this town
One the rural church
Convinced of its immortality in songs and restrictive
Skirts, longest hair and too many children
Two the hip little hideaway
Convinced of its superiority in coded songs and restrictive
Pants, shaggiest hair and too many childish remarks

When they pass each other in the street
Disciples of two kitschy Jesuses
They miss the mirrors reflected in each other's eyes
And keep walking