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O my brothers |
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Please may I remind you |
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Not by way of warning |
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Nor to sermonize you |
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That we've all been here before |
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'Cause warnings and sermons |
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Live in tract houses |
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And shop at supermarkets |
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In their Sears and Roebuck blouses |
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Please excuse the metaphor |
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But just let me tell you |
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What now has come to pass |
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The revelations of year one |
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Have turned around at last |
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They're gonna get us as before |
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T'ain't nothin' new in store |
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Here we go around again |
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World without end amen |
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Slay the Christians, burn the witches |
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Persecute the Jews |
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Sit back and watch a revolution |
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On the late night news |
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It's like reviving vintage films |
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Hurt your lovers, enslave your brothers |
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Laugh at the saints and fools |
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Remember how the king of kings |
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Rode humbly on a mule |
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If you don't then get your seat |
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The show's about to repeat |
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Here we go around again |
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World without end amen |