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I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to do,
All of my neurons are functioning smoothly, Yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I am one big myoma that thinks, my planet supports only me, I've got this one big problem: Will I live forever? I've got just a short time to see, Modern man, evolutionary betrayer, Modern man, ecosystem destroyer, Modern man, destroy yourself in shame, Modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage, When I look back and think, when I ponder and ask myself "Why?", I see my ancestor spend with careless abandon, Assuming eternal supply, Modern man, evolutionary betrayer, Modern man, ecosystem destroyer, Modern man, destroy yourself in shame, Modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage, Just a sample of carbon-based wastage, Just a fucking tragic epic of you and I |
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| 2. |
| 3:16 |
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i had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket,
he used to touch it when the wind was blowing high, i guess it mad him feel like he could buck the system and when it flickered out we laid him down to die, turn on the light, turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights, a beacon in the night, i'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry, i'll construckt a rock of tempered beams and trusses and equip it with a million tiny suns, i'll install upon the roof on my compartment and place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls then i'll turn on the light... and i'll burn lika a roman fucking candle, like a chasm in the night, for a miniscule duration, ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight |
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| 0:42 |
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lascivious, it's all that i can think of as i drag my feet, searching
lika a diogenes, dangerous, the adjectives of the decasde and of your alluring intricacies, i cah see your green-screen mentality and i can feel the sting of its consequence, and i know i shouldn't but it's too much to ignore, an emotion i deplore, every time i look at you, i just want to do it, i can clench my fist right through it but i just want to get off, rectilinear, this direction we've been heading never realizing we are on a runaway machine, angular, the momentum that does turn us one step further on our ladder, one more turn toward the east, i realize your green-screen mentality and i know it is shared by many more, i know it is quite impossible but i am damned to find a way to revolve the other way, every time i scrutinize i just say "screw it", we're on a ride down a blind conduit and i just want to get off |
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| 1:53 |
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I've got nothing to say,
I've got nothing to do, all of my neurons are functioning smoothly yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I'm one big myoma that thinks, my planet supports only me, I've got this one big problem: will I live forever? I've got just a short time to see, modern man, evolutionary betrayer, modern man, ecosystem destroyer, modern man, destroy yourself in shame, modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage when I look back and think, when I ponder and ask "why?", I see my ancestors spend with careless abandon, assuming eternal supply, modern man . . . just a sample of carbon-based wastage, just a fucking tragic epic of you and I. |
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| 1:22 |
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Positive Aspect Of Negative Thinking
let's gather round the carcass of the old deflated beast, we have seen it through the accolades and rested in it's lea, syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease, the swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary, we've nestled in it's hollow and we've suckled at it's breast, grandiloquent in attitude, impassioned yet inept, frivolous gavel our design, ludicrous or threat, excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less, so what does it mean? when we tell ourselves it's only for a while we have been deceived and it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day make life easier to complicate, the treasure thrown away, I'm so tired of all the fucked up mind of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines, of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes and the weeping mothers and those who are led so blind, from the plastic protests and the hands of time and the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind. |
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| 1:40 |
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Anesthesia
everybody is talking about the girl who went and killed the delivery man, but she looks so kind and gentle, it just doesn't stand to reason, I saw her right there just the other night as stately as a slot machine, but when she looked my way something mad as hell came over me, anesthesia, mona lisa, I've got a little gun, here comes oblivion, I never loved you, how did you find me? the cops will never complicity now, anna . . . all good children go to heaven! I remember your face that august night when we lied about the beautiful time to come and that crazy old man who came much to late and caused a chain reaction, I've been hanging out there for eleven long years like a church mouse where the cat has gone, and looking at you now is driving me to distraction. |
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| 1:09 |
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Flat Earth Society
lie, lie, lie . . . the full moon is rising over dark water and the fools below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting for the doctors to come back and tend to him, the flat earth society is meeting here today, singing happy little lies and the bright ship humana is sent far away with grave determination . . . and no destination, lie, lie, lie yeah, nothing feels better than a spray of clean water and the whistling wind on a calm summer night, but you'd better believe that down in their quarters the men are holding in for their dear lives, the flat earth society is somewhere far away, with their candlesticks and compasses and the bright ship humana is well on its way with grave determination . . . and no destination, lie, lie, lie, ad infinitum. |
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| 8. |
| 0:55 |
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heard a sermon from a creaky pul pit with no one in the nave, i paid a
visit to the synagogue and i left there feeling blame, no one could tell me what to do, no one had the ability to answer me, what the world needs now is some answers to our problems, we can't buy more time because our tender isn't valid, if your soul needs love you can consoled by pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us anymore, watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding, "pregress will resolve it all", saw the manufacturers of earth's debris ignore another green peace call, no one could tell me what to do, they had not the capacity to answer me, what the world needs now is some accountability, we can't buy more time because time won't accept our money, if your soul needs love you can always have my pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us no more... |
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| 3:00 |
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Entropy
random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard, ordered states of nature on a scale that no one thinks about, don't speak to me of anarchy of peace or calm revolt, man, we're in a play of slow decay orchestrated by boltzmann, it's entropy, it's not a human issue, entropy, it's a matter of course, entropy, energy at all levels, entropy, from it you can not divorce and your pathetic moans of suffrage tend to lose all significance, extinction, degradation; the natural outcomes of our ordered lives, power, motivation; temporary fixtures for which we strive, something in our synapses assures us we're ok but in our disquilibrium we simply can not stay, it's entropy . . . a stolid proposition from a man unkempt as I, my affectatious I can not rectify, but we are out of equilibrium unnaturally, a pang of consciousness of death and then you will agree. |
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| 2:21 |
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Against The Grain
three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow, a lonely restitution of pavement, pomp and show, I seek a thousand answers, I find but one or two, I maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed, against the grain, that's where I'll stay, swimming upstream, I maintain against the grain here labelled as lunatic, sequestered and content, there ignored and defeated by the government, there's an oriented public who's magnetic force does pull, but away from the potential of the individual, against the grain . . . the flow is getting stronger with smaller increments of time and eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find, you need all that the other has, your right to seize the day but in all your acquisitions you will soon be swept away, against the grain . . . there's a common consensus and an uncomfortable cheer, a reverberating chorus that anyone can hear, it sings "leave your cares behind you, just grab tenaciously", this lulling sense or purpose will destroy us rapidly, against the grain . . . |
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| 3:34 |
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Operation Rescue
it's an s.o.s sent out telepathically, signs of our distress don't allow complacency, we need restoration now of our integrity and a drastic bold reminder of our morality, the rectifying troop is here, the ones we have needed all these years to stop the heinous wrongdoings and verify our moral benevolence as a people, operation rescue, they're here to right our fall, they have heard a troubled call, operation rescue, you may wonder where they come from, but I just wonder why they're here at all, life ever-after is what they're in business for, see them brandish the key to their kingdoms door, it's persuasive, it's a part of you and me but it's not overwhelming as they wish it to be, if no one believed in fairy tales there would be nothing they could do but fail yet everywhere we look someone is trying to reassure our moral benevolence as a people, operation rescue . . . you may wonder where they come from, but I just wonder what compels them all. |
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| 2:21 |
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God Song
and did those feet in ancient times trod america's pastures of green? and did that anthropocentric god wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? I don't think so, he's up there with the others lying low, vying with those who you've traded your life to bless your soul, and have they told you how to think, cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? or have you escaped scrutiny, and regaled yourself with depravity? now we all see, "religion is just synthetic frippery, unnecessary in our expanding global culture efficiency" and don't you fear this impasse we have built to our future? ever so near, and oh so austere. |
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| 2:06 |
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i can't belive it
the way you look sometimes like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah and i don't want it the things you're offering me symbolized bar code,quick ID, oh yeah cuz i'm a 21st century digital boy i don't know how to live but i got a lot of toys my daddy is a lazy middle class intellectual my mommy's on valium(she's)so ineffectual ain't life a mystery? i can't explain it thie things they're saying to me it's going yayayayayayaya, oh yeah cuz i'm a 21st century digital boy i don't know how to read but i got a lot of toys CHORUS i tried to tell you about no control oho but now i really don't know and then you told me how bad you had to suffer is that really all you had to offer? CHORUS 21st century digitsl boy(5x) ain't life a mystery? |
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| 2:06 |
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so proud a history, replete with sanctity, orbs in their harmony, they
sing their code to me, have you ever heard yourself the orbit that you are in? the terse, oppressive blanket that's instilled here by our spin, it's misery and famin, it's a force we cannot see, misery and famine, it compels us naturally, misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee, misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy, others who bear no name, who feel that life's a game, my verse they will defame, we suffer all the same, they pay no regard to their position or their speed, but the firmament still covers them with its malevolent seed, it's misery and famine..., "you look for meaning in things no one comprehends, you feel no affinity to the rabble we're in", sources of inquiry have nothing to portend, they will perplex us all until the coming end, a feeling of despair, hungry and full of care, we resent everywhere the fortune that we share, "this earth could be a better place" is a concept i condone, given our pathetic course our destiny is known, it's misery and famine... |
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Unacceptable
irreducible is the word for today, plastic compounds and nuclear waste, what the hell is the matter with the people on this planet? have all gone insane? the stigma of industrial progress killing us over and over again, one part per trillion . . . unacceptable, one part per billion . . . unacceptable, one part per million . . . unacceptable, this mammoth pogrom set upon courtesy of the U.S.A inexcusable are the men before our time, I'd like to kick their ass for what they left behind, cancer-causing chemicals, ozone-depleting aerosols, we're all going to fry, so put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye. |
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| 2:47 |
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offer me eternity, and i'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime, looking
for a handout on behalf of those who have so little time, but who wants to live on just 70 cents a day? padding your pockets doesn't make this a better place, "cereal and water" is a feast for some you say, your price-tag on existence can't cover your double face, quality or quantity: a choice you have to make, dipping in the icing, bringing home the largest turkey from the field, breaking all the piggy banks, scooping up the booty, licking all the right holes, bolstering the payroll, why reduce life to a dollar amount per day? and why let the world think this is the american way? your uneaten greens ar a feast for some you say, survival and living are concepts you can't equate, quality or quantity don't tell me they're the same |
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| 2:32 |
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Walk Away
shut off the t.v and peel off those sunday gloves, and I'll stain the clean that you've been counting, old mr. fletcher passed by here today, after 40 years of toil he just up and walked away, fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes, he shrugged when I asked him about it, he said "young man pay heed, you listen well to what I say, now there comes a time for a man to walk away", walk away, I'll be a parade, and I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade on my way, I'll sure take some time to burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind, he passed by again and he was shivering from the cold, I'm not sure but I think that he was trying, he told me about the weather and something old to pay, "but tomorrow", he said, "I'm gonna surely walk away". |
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| 1:41 |
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Recipe For Hate
can't you feel it, can't you see it the promise of prosperity, it's overwhelming you and me it afflicts us like a disease, ubiquitous compelling too we cling to you like crazy glue, and inject such a potent seed it's best for all humanity, the spread of culture, the sword of progress, the vector of suffrage a warm and septic breeze, the pomp and elation, the duty and vocation, the blood of the hybrid it's just a recipe re-living our ancestry the frightful lack of harmony, our fore-fathers who led the way, their victims are still here today, now it's time to erase the story of our bogus fate, our history as it's portrayed it's just a recipe for hate. |
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Kerosene
everywhere I look I see exclusive huddled uninviting shelter is privilege, of the sane and competent, kerosene keeps me warm, I'm alone to watch it burn, kerosene exposure, is a pitiful and pointless way of dying before it gets me, I'll set a funeral pyre kerosene keeps me warm, I'm alone to watch it burn, kerosene I'm a man and my dignity won't wave, tonight buildings rage, kerosene keeps me warm, it feels so good to watch it burn, kerosene keeps me warm, feels so good to watch it burn, kerosene. |
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| 1:49 |
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American Jesus
I don't need to be a global citizen, because I'm blessed by nationality, I'm a member of a growing populace, we enforced our popularity there are things that seem to pull us under and there are things that drag us down, but there's a power and a vital presence that's lurking all around we've got the american jesus see him on the interstate, we've got the american jesus he helped build the president's estate I feel sorry for the earth's population 'cuz so few live in the U.S.A, at least the foreigners can copy our morality, they can visit but they cannot stay, only precious few can garner our prosperity, it makes us walkwith renewed confidence, we've got a place to go when we die and the architect resides right here we've got the american jesus overwhelming millions every day (exercising his authority) he's the farmer barren fields, the force the army wields, the expression in the faces of the starving children, the power of the man. he's the fuel that drives the clan, he's the motive and the conscience of the murderer he's the preacher on TV, the false sincerity, the form letters that written by the big computers, he's the nuclear bombs, and the kids with no moms and I'm fearful that he's inside me. |
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Portrait Of Authority
nothing more, nothing less, in icon on the wall decoration and duress, which many strive to be, it's the marble statue standing over me, and nobody has the will to tear it down, it determines wrong and right, but to me it's just a stereotype and it makes us lose our sight the portrait of authority, you tell me that's what I'm supposed to be (it embodies what he cannot be) another time, another man, an oppressive intrusion and a plague across his land, and it haunts him every day, it tells him he has no chance his hopes just fades away, and he lives his life prepared to tear it down, but he can't muster the support, and to him it's just a stereotype of his life-long fight. |
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Man With a Mission
rescue me when I get to deep, talk to me there's nothing to tell, everyone, is a hypocrite, look to me, I'll save your soul, now somebody out there must be reading my mail, cuz everybody knows, I'm a man with a mission, coming to your town today, I can damn you to fiery prodititon, cuz I'm a man with a mission, follow me, when you give up, work for me, it'll serve you well, everyone's a hypocrite, come to me, I'll save your soul now somebody out there must be tapping my phone, 'cuz everybody knows, I'm a man with a mission, I'm gonna fly you away, high above the noise and competition, yeah, I'm a man with a mission, I'm a man with a mission, passing through your town today, I condemn you to fiery prodition, yeah, I'm a man with a mission. |
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| 3:17 |
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All Good Soldiers
all good soldiers crack like boulders, the sun climbs up to a razor, violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain, all good soldiers all good soldiers fall in line, when they march and shout are a spectacle, marching and singing will go anywhere the president says, because the president believes in god, like all good soldiers should all good soldiers wait like warheads, when the fighting starts, who will be accountable, a cannibal, a cannonball, six a.m. I can see my breath and the clay dirt is laughing at he weakling boy, today is the day that I'll write my friends something I've been trying to remember, I had a dream of a wall that was twenty-one stories tall... all good soldiers fall in line, marching and singing, will go anywhere the president says, because the president believes in god, like all good soldiers should. |
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Watch It Die
I was born on planet earth, the rotating ball where man comes first, it's been around for a long, long time, but now it's time to watch it die I saw a man on my big blue screen, he ruled the world economy, he said the rich would never concede, but some day soon he'll be put to sleep, I've seen the life of the forest gree, and adaptations of the deep blue sea, and who knows who is the fittest, they will all soon be put to sleep, on a plunging flight and we're sitting in the pilots seat in the midst of life, people on a dark horizon praying somebody will save their lives I was born on planet earth, at a drastic time full of plastic mirth, and every day I've seen increasing signs, and you would too if you'd opened your eyes, you had a chance, you did not try, so now it's time to watch it die. |
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Struck A Nerve
there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane, and it isn't even christmas, he sees a note in the obituary that his last friend has died, there's an infant clinging to his overweight mother as they go to shop for cigarettes, and she spends her last dollar for a bottle of vodka for tonight and I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes, you can never get out of the line of sight, like a barren winter day, or a patch of unburned green, like a tragic real dream, i guess it struck a nerve every day I wander in negative disposition, as I'm bombarded by superlatives, realizing very well that I'm not alone, introverted i look to tomorrow for salvation, but I'm thinking altruistically, and a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone and I guess it struck a nerve, sent a murmur through my heart, we just haven't got time to crack the maze, like a magic speeding clock, or a cancer in our sells, a collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve I try to close my eyes, but I cannot ignore the stimuli, if there's a purpose for us all it remains a secret to me, don't ask me to justify my life. |
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My Poor Friend Me
I know a man who doesn't have many friends, I know a place where he lives where trouble never ends, I know it's hard for him to read 'tween the lines, and his day are getting so much shorter, he simply turns away instead of bearing down, his ship is crumbling, his crew is one of the clowns, he doesn't care as long as he can wear the crown, I know this man all too well, it's my poor friend me, a portrayal of the great dichotomy (a reminder of a tragic history), it's my poor friend me and I'm running out of steam I know there are people who are cynical and vane, they point their finger cuz they can't accept the blame, they live their lives under a blanket of shame and their progeny crawl from underneath it, lately I've come to see the solution, and it begins with me, but I'm so fallibly human, I've picked the lot. |
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suddenly, it came to me
a potent dosage of reality i saw myself in the broad daylight and it made me think about life im not the kinda guy who nods his head with closed eyes i scoff at labels i defy censuses and despise group mentality all along i through that this was only human but i know now that i'm in the minority i'm lookin' in now i think in relation to my fellow man and what strives to do we fail to see theres no compromise our evolution is our demise one day you may find that you are also one of me a micrososm of the human race observing those around us desiring to belong behing the guise of salvation we suffer along the way we're lookin' in |
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a grizzly scene on my electron beam
told a story about human rights so all of Kings horses and all of Kings men had a riot for two days and nights Well, the city exploded but the gates wouldn't open so the company asked him to quit Now everybody's equal Just don't measure it Well Hanson did it hester and Mark David did it to John and maybe Jack dit it to Marilyn but he did it to South Vietnam for beauty and glory for money, love and country Everybody's doing it, Don't do that to me I don't know what stopped Jesus Christ from turning every hungry stone into bread and i don't remember hearing how Moses reacted when the innocent first born sons lay dead Well I guess God was a lot more demonstrative back when he flamboyantly parted the sea now everybody's praying Don't prey on me |
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listen to the warnings
verify all your fears there's a world outside that's ready to blow and we're all to blame when it finally explodes you gotta listen up gotta listen to what they're telling you gotta listen up and think about what they're saying to you they're the modern day catastrophists they've got practical solutions (know all the right equations) they're the self-appointed righteous pragmatists and they know 50 ways to save the world what makes you think you can cure our disease? maybe its just our biology maybe its time to make room for another species this is the 21st Century |
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Skyscraper
come let us make bricks and burn them hard, we'll build a city with a tower for the world and climb so we can reach anything we may propose, anything at all build me up, tear me down like a skyscraper, build me up, then tear down these joining walls so they can't climb at all I know why tore it down that day, you thought, if you got caught we'd all go away, like a spoiled little baby who can't come out to play, you had your revenge build me up, tear me down like a skyscraper, build me up, then tear down these joining walls so they can't climb at all. |
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| 2:42 |
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a grizzly scene on my electron beam
told a story about human rights, so all of kings horses and all of kings men had a riot for two days and nights well, the city exploded but the gates wouldn't open so the company asked him to quit now everybody's equal just don't measure it well hansson did it to hester and mark david did it to john and maybe jack did it to marilyn but he did it to south vietnam for beauty and glory for money, love and country everybody's doing it, don't do that to me I don't know what stopped Jesus Christ from turning every hungry stone into bread and I don't remember hearing how Moses reacted when the innocent first born sons lay dead well I guess God was a lot more demonstrative back when he flamboyantly parted the sea, now everybody's praying, don't pray on me. |
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