| When the god of love returns
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| There’ll be hell to pay
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| Though the world may be out of excuse
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| I know just what I would say
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| That the seven trumpets sound
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| As a locust sky grows dark
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| But first let’s take you on a quick tour of your creation’s handiwork
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| Billy got through the prisons and stores
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| And the pale horse looks a little sick
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| Says, «Jesus, you didn’t leave a whole lot for me
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| If this isn’t hell already then tell me what the hell is?»
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| And we say it’s just human, human nature
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| This is place is savage and unjust
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| We crawled out of the darkness
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| And endured your impatience
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| We’re more than willing to adjust
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| And now you’ve got the gall to judge us
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| The spider spins his web
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| The tiger stalks his prey
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| And we steal fire from the heavens to try to keep the night at bay
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| Every monster has a code
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| One that steadies the shaking hand
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| And he’s determined to accrue more capital by whatever means he can
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| Oh, it’s just human, human nature
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| We’ve got these appetites to serve
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| You must not know the first thing about human beings
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| We’re the earth’s most soulful predator
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| Try something less ambitious the next time you get bored
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| Oh, my Lord
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| We just want light in the dark
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| Some warmth in the cold
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| And to make something out of nothing sounds like someone else I know |