| Welcome
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| To the inner sanctum
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| Where sanctimonious is zero
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| On the bottom of the ocean
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| And all the kamikaze’s contents are my tears
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| I have ten Japanese heads
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| In my courtroom that are dead
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| Nawaguchi say, «Ha kung-fu champion now «Minds find thermostats, cats, and rats
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| And double deal the wheels of coals and
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| Down for their heads and
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| You germs get ready
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| Your diseases are on the way
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| You goons could try to run but there’s no place to go
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| I’m brotha' to the gun and I’m everywhere you know
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| Hey, that’s right, that’s right
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| I’m in the bones of the backseat rows
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| Where the big horses ride
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| We got four horses up on the stage
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| Live, and that’s where I find
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| We got a constant field of vibration of sun
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| That burns on my end
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| We got a hole in the universal soul
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| And the bottomless pit cried and said that that they have the shame
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| Of it all, that’s right
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| And the blame of it all
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| Yes, yes, yes
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| Became one in all in all
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| «How did you feel about it?»
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| «Well whatever I felt it didn’t matter, because that was god. |
| And god was
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| coming back to town,»
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| «Well what we were gonna do is a just like you and then we came back and seen
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| your angels realm, but we feel that the babies in this town are all born way
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| after unicorns Neptune’s
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| And there’s no water in the universal hole
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| And y’all stomp fruit baby but
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| You’re running out of everything
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| Because you’re using it all up too fast
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| There’s too many of you
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| You’ve got to cut back
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| A few million
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| You’ve got to cut back a few million more
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| Then you’ve got to get some slack out of that act
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| And quit play-acting me for a whore
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| I am all of that beyond, cold-stone, (mumbling) |