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    Infidel baby
    Oh my heathen child
    Baghdad's still ten leagues away
    I go on undefiled
    Wrap yourself in frankincense
    Wrap yourself in rags
    In the crowded market streets
    Out among the hags
    I'd offer you just one gold fleece
    I'd offer you my bread
    Who's been inside your aching bones
    Who's been inside your head
    Infidel baby
    Oh my little girl
    Nothing I can do for you
    Nothing in this world
    A thousand angry men-at-arms
    A hundred vulgar priests
    A pair of dirty little hands
    Arousing drowsy beasts
    There's a mad look in her mother's face
    There's a whisper on the tongue
    No peace in all of Christendom
    Until this song is sung

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    Composition: Marty Willson-Piper and Richard Ploog

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