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Increase Mather told her dad, yeah |
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"I roundly disagree with you |
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You're vocal style's to preachy |
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All the yokels mock your teaching." |
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But Cotton, he was just so oblivious |
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To all their cutting pleas |
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Soon the townfolk took to it, |
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In every pew they looked to him |
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For guidance just like eyeless lambs |
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Awaiting that ol' kabob stand |
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The skeptics formed |
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The nation's born |
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They want to have it, Cotton's dream |
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But Increase had them mounted |
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And they burned on open fires |
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So the word spread just like small pox |
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In the Sudan |
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The gentry cried: |
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"Give it a day!" x6 |
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Years and years have passed |
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Since the puritans invaded our soul |
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Just like those arab terrorists |
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You'll never know |
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But today the gods can't make us quake, |
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We see our lives as situations |
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Eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth, |
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Well mine are rotten underneath |
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I got two ways we can separate from the clan |
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If I could fly...I...could...fry |
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I hope you profited from this bulletin |
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And it stabilized your land |
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You're drenched, you're fired, |
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Your Alzheim clan, but |
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Your father is another one of them |
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I don't wanna mention him again, cause |
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I talked to him last night, |
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He hates my guts |
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We had a fight |
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And he called you a slut girl, |
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Why's that? |
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What did you do to him to make him think...? |
