"Bake Baker Baked" genre: Spiritual Pop
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	A 3-minute treatise on religion, religiosity, spirit, and the futile attempts by humans to put it all in a pickle jar.
	Credits: Words & Music by Steven West
	Lyrics I got devils on my left side They got Elvis on the right Like the waterfall before me I just can't keep a thing in my sights I have seen the light of Jesus In the outlet by my bed In the shapes of shapely sinners and the millions of stills in my head I got high inside a cave once I could swear that I saw stars That was right before I left there and after my forehead hit the bar Would the Buddha meet Godzilla In the subway in the air And convince him of his genius Or just splatter his guts everywhere? I can hear you thinking something I can smell you good you bet If you're singing this one with me You just haven't heard a word I've said yet This could be my last transmission So I'll cut right to the chase If you ever meet your Baker: Be sure she's got egg on Her face Just know that She eats what She bakes Unless you prefer Apples and Snakes and fully conversant quasi-Apes.

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