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What say you, Lord |
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For the olive boys down in the house of corrections |
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As they try for love and any form of ascension |
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Am I on the right train headed in the wrong direction |
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What say you, Lord |
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What say you, Lord |
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Am I living wrong |
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Do you see a long road with no one on it |
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And the right of men that you learnt only to forget |
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You see my sad wife and my high margin of profit |
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But you don't care at all |
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You don't care |
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At all |
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What say you, Lord |
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Now that they're breeding all our animals insane |
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And the remedy is growing harder to obtain |
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There's a white horse running wild through the switch-cane |
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I can hear him now |
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And I fear him |
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'Til Kingdom come |
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Caught in this frenzy of elimination |
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Such an irreparable disintegration |
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My body's twitching with a ready expectation |
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For Kingdom come |
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My Kingdom |
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Come |
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What say you, Lord |
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Why is the truth of this so hard to unveil? |
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Though it's true I never knew what this would entail |
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From the hands of Christ to the heads of the Daily Mail |
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I'll see you all |
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And I'll raise you |
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Lord |
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Now what say you, all |
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I wonder when the light is brought up for sale |
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With the weight of love and the grace of the Baleen Whale |
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Will the severed Heads of State be at all curtailed |
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Will they be here at all - |
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Will they be dead and gone? |
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What say you Lord |
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Of the serpent-taled, forbidden fish of the harbours |
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And the ready-men, defiant drinkers and charmers |
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All lost and summoning the face of their fathers |
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Can you see them now? |
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I can see them |
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What say you, all |
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Do I believe it if I do not want it |
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Do I lie alone and keeps my cold hands off it |
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Honey, it ain't hard to loose your grip in the midst of all of this |
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But it ain't far to fall |
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It's not far at all |
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Pain |
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What |
