| I know we came here to get our good times on Hold the whole world in our hand and greet the dawn with open arms
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| So make a contribution if you have been amused
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| But before we depart my brothers and sisters I have some heavy news
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| Oh how it breaks my heart this photograph
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| Several in the ministry practice a fuzzy math
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| Some of us wear the robes of righteous
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| Are a little more next of kin
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| To the Steelak, the wicked one who makes a meal of our sins.
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| Ain’t not telling how much longer
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| But we will never be, will never be moved
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| Woe be the architect of our city, cruel lever, the hillock strangler
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| Bold pusher of the cold bone index
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| Through the knotted bowels of the old alleyways
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| Read the future a false haruspex
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| Recall how he coaxed us out of the green plains
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| All of us, dumb eyed at the sheer number. |
| So long ago it does not matter.
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| Woe be architect in his slumber for the Watcher never sleeps
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| And on that day there will be rejoicing and dancing streets
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| Get your evolution on Good St. Charles Darwin wrote his gospel down
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| So keep your eyes turned to the sky and your ears down to the ground |