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You've got the dirty bones |
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And I've got nothing to wash them with |
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But after we sing this song |
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I've got so little left, |
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I've got less |
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Oh, how the collar's strong |
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The links disintegrate one by one |
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Just pull the yoke along' |
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Cause I've got nothing tithe |
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Like I have promised |
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I would do |
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Still I am at fault |
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Take this paltry advantage that is due |
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Before you take a soul |
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You've got the gold throne |
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And I've got the broken hands |
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You've got the gold throne |
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And I've got nothing to tithe |
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Like I have promised |
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I would do |
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Still I am at fault |
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Take this paltry advantage that is due |
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Before you take a soul |
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Tithe like |
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I have promised |
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I would do |
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Still I am at fault |
