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Sitting in the Church Of the Holy McDonald's |
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I took off my shoes |
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Like the Buddhists told me to |
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And I make my sacred offering |
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And I dip my hands in Pepsi |
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Sailed off to Virginia |
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And expelled all the Jews |
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And maybe all the things |
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You thought you got coming to you |
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Ain't coming to you |
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Not in this life |
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And maybe all the promises |
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You thought were broken |
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Were never really made |
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Promises never made |
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You say the stars quit shining |
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Quit shining on your head |
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Even the moon stopped coming up |
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Some old streetlight instead |
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But standing in the fields |
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Beneath the universe, you hurt |
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'Cause as the Milky Way whirls over you |
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All you got is dirt |
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And don't worry 'bout the Jews |
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They'll do fine in Lithuania |
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nd bring a picture of the Virgin Larry |
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To your cousin in Carolina |
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And maybe all the promises |
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You thought were broken |
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Were never really made |
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Promises never made |
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And I'm closer to God |
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Than I've ever been before |
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Walking the streets of Spain |
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Painting Karl Marx on every door |
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Groucho Marx on every door |
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Mark of the Beast on every door |
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Santa Maria |
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Gloria Padre |
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Holy candy wrapper |
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'Neath the foot of Sierra Madre |
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And there's no use even trying |
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To sing 'til after midnight |
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Let's start the day with music |
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And wake up everybody |
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That's fool enough to try sleeping |
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Before it's getting light out |
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It's summer in Toledo |
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And I saw three ships a-sailing |
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And maybe all the things |
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You thought you got coming to you |
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Ain't coming to you |
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Not in this life |
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And maybe all the promises |
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You thought were broken |
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Were never really made |
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Promises never made |