| Angels and demons holding hands and whistling Dixie
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| We haven’t had that kind of fun 'round here since 1960
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| We wait in longer lines than the Russians ever did
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| Selling our children’s souls to the highest bid
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| I can’t describe the way it feels…
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| These songs will blare out of your eyes
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| When I get to the green building
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| My arrival will be televised
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| When I get to the green building
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| When I get to the green building
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| Satan’s cheerleaders prancing around the maypole in December
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| We haven’t had that kind of spectacle here since I can remember
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| Our fearless leaders say they’re equal to the task
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| And every point of view on this depends on who you ask
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| It doesn’t matter anyway
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| All prophecies are realized
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| When I get to the green building
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| The stars will shine out of your eyes
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| When I get to the green building
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| When I get to the green building
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| Isn’t it interesting to see whose heart shall pass
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| When they try to hide them but they’re made of glass?
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| And isn’t it interesting to see who lives or dies
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| On the roller coasters and the water slides?
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| And isn’t it interesting to watch them play their game
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| When they’re all such cheaters and they have no shame?
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| And isn’t it interesting to hear the demons sing
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| When the doorbell rings at the green building?
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| And isn’t it interesting
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| And isn’t it interesting
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| When the doorbell rings
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| At the green building?
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| And isn’t it interesting
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| And isn’t it interesting |