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My self importance is a god forsaken bore |
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I aim for heaven but I wake up on the floor |
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I'd take up with rattlesnakes to get my point across |
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And I'd argue with a parking brake to show 'em who's the boss |
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It's my intention to inspire instead I'm preachin' to the choir |
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I had some money but I blew it livin' high |
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My wine and women were the best that you could buy |
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I tried to prove myself a man of certain taste |
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But all I've got to show you now is written on my face |
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I'm not someone you'd admire but I'm still preachin' to the choir |
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I'm born a lion but I don't believe it fits |
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I'm no King of the jungle out here livin' by my wits |
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This morning's paper called for romance on a whim |
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And I reckon I'd believe 'em if they told me sink or swim |
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I'm under water not on fire but I'm still preachin' to the choir |
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Baytown Texas there's a fisherman I knew |
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He read the bible and he spit tobacco too |
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He said that crap about the rod you spare to spoil the child |
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Well it's only propaganda meant to keep you in denial |
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Go on and follow your desire but he was preachin' to the choir |
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Time is of the essence when you're hangin' by a thread |
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And the answer to your questions won't unravel in your head |
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When you're staring at forever from the edge of life's abyss |
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Ain't no one gonna tell you how it all came down to this |
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If you say different your a liar but I'm just preachin' to the choir |
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When I'm standing at St Peter's gate and trying to slip on in |
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I might as well plead guilty to the worst of who I've been |
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I used to like to think I had a special way with words |
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But right now I'm convinced I've more in common with the birds |
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Until my situation's dire I'll keep on preachin to the choir |
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Hey I'm not ready to retire so I'll keep on preachin' to the choir |
