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There is a man whom we all adore
Following, listening, forevermore
Light brown hair, whisky eyes
The savior is here. I do not lie
Richard is the name of him
Speight, how we call his kin
Named after his father before
The ‘Jr’ oh, how we do adore
Worship on Tuesdays, the shrine unfurls
In the backs of bookstores all ‘round the world
Candles and symbols, locks of hair
The words of praise we do share
Our church is odd, mostly queer
But we aren’t evil, have no fear
Harmless and homicidal, for the most part
We are just clinging to sanity, depart
So if you find us and our rituals
Odd, cult-ey and superficial
Then I’ll call you one large prick
‘Cause I’m in the High Church of Holy Dick