| I can figure the Lord down in funereal gravity
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| One finishing touch and the creature is coming alive
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| As I kneel down and pray
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| I know God is watching over me
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| Is He pissing Himself
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| When He’s knocking me out of my stride
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| And on day number eight
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| When the sun is about to go down
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| Here we go, what a show
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| What an awesome blow
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| You’re alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
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| You’re divine by the grace of the master above
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| You’re alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
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| You’re divine by the grace of the master above
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| Hey Frankenstein are you the one I think you are
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| If we’re divine your are bizarre
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| I hear you laughing from the loge above
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| Hey Lord above why don’t your armies ever smile
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| why don’t they ever dress in style
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| And never share the humor that you surely have
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| Why do they have to get married
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| Before they do what they do
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| Everyday anyway, when there’s hell to pay
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| You’re alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
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| You’re divine by the grace of the master above
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| You’re alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
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| You’re divine by the grace of the master above
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| We fold our hands afraid of what we’ve done
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| Fear’s the key to you — thy kingdome come
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| Shake your head and have another wine
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| Don’t you almost die laughing wondering why
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| Running in the dust, running in the dust
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| Afraid of the hail stones cold as ice
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| Running in the dust, running in the dust
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| Straight to the wastelands
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| We’ll never read your signs
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| Running in the dust, running in the dust
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| Afraid of tomorrow
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| Afraid of what we’ve done
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| Running in the dust, running in the dust
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| You’re the disciples of the big bad wolf, or what?
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| You’re alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
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| You’re divine by the grace of the master above
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| You’re alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
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| You’re divine by the grace of the master above
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| You’re alive, oh you’re alive
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| You’re alive, the pride of creation
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| Oh you’re the pride of creation, yes you are
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| Oh you’re the pride of creation |