| There’s a man from the afterlife at the door trying to sell us hope
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| Lock the doors and close the windows
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| We hear it, we see it, you better believe it
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| We try it, then buy it, and some us breathe it
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| The slick dark men in their slick dark suits
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| Are gonna take your children away
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| (I bet you bought that)
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| We ask for less, they give us more
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| Mr. And Miss, there is a cure
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| It’s better now
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| Is it better now?
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| Kill the head before the body is infected
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| Better now
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| Is it better now?
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| Spare the body before the mind gets the best of.
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| And now we God bless this nuclear family!
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| (A picture-perfect American standard)
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| And so it’s «God bless this bouncing new baby!»
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| (Raised in a world that’s all sugar, s** and money)
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| Can you sense the sarcasm in my tone?
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| (Just take it, adjust it)
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| Chances are it suits you well
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| Tell me what it is that you fear the most
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| (We'll take it and use it)
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| Put it on the radio |