| I was walking down the street, yeah, what do you think I see?
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| An unholy ceremony transpiring right in front of me
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| Prostrated there in worship before an idol made of stone
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| They worshipped graven images carved of wood and bone
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| It was blowing my mind, it was blowing my mind
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| I grabbed a piece of angle iron and smashed the idol made of stone
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| I burned the graven images carved of wood and bone
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| «This is an abomination,» I shouted to the throng
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| «You must not worship loathsome idols
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| Don’t you know that your idolatry is wrong?
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| Idolatry is wrong»
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| My son put up a poster of a rock 'n' roll star
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| He was sneering and surly, he was playing a guitar
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| «Who is this bum?» |
| I asked of him, «I do not like his kind»
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| He said, «He is my idol,» it was blowing my mind
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| It was blowing my mind
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| I tore down the poster and said, «This I cannot condone
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| I will not tolerate the worship of idols in my home
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| Idols in my home»
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| I went to the Museum of Natural History
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| To see the newly constructed Hall of Anthropology
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| I looked in the display case, inside it was enshrined |
| A loathsome golden idol, it was blowing my mind
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| It was blowing my mind
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| I smashed in the display case and crouched in the vitrine
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| And pushed the loathsome idol down the mezzanine
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| A museum guard approached me, his official badge unsheathed
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| He said, «That was a priceless artifact
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| I must ask you to leave»
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| I said, «I serve the Lord your God, by whom you are employed
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| My purpose is to topple loathsome idols
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| They must be destroyed» |