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Take a walk |
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out the gate you go and never stop |
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past all the stores and wig shops |
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quarter in a cup for every block |
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and watch the buildings grow |
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smaller as you go |
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Down the tracks |
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beautiful McMansions on a hill |
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that overlook a highway |
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with riverboat casinos and you still |
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have yet to see a soul |
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Jesusland |
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Jesusland |
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Town to town |
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broadcast to each house, they drop your name |
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but no one knows your face |
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Billboards quoting things you'd never say |
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you hang your head and pray |
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for Jesusland |
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Jesusland |
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Miles and miles |
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and the sun goin' down |
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Pulses glow |
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from their homes |
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You're not alone |
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Lights come on |
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as you lay your weary head on their lawn |
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Parking lots |
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cracked and growing grass you see it all |
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from offices to farms |
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crosses flying high above the malls |
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A longer walk |
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through Jesusland |
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Jesusland |
