| Dining debutantes in pearl and powdered sugar face
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| Their refined tastes
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| Come suckle from mama’s wet maid, you know
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| Drinking dapper gents in wig and rosy cultured views
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| Toasting the news
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| All cargo on Jesus was sold today
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| Manifest and lavish
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| God wants him to have this
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| And without a doubt believe his
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| Ends are noble so the savage means
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| Are deleted from the scene so
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| We can believe that we are
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| Noble nobles what a savage myth
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| Walking pioneers in blazing trails and rushing gold
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| So far from home
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| But none of them shed any tears at all
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| Not at all
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| Talking founding fathers with a free philosophy
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| That don’t mention me
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| Or the stain of red blood on their hands, at all
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| Now, we all
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| Replay it till we understand
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| The moral
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| Of, the story we’re shooting again
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| Tomorrow’s savages!
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| Manifest in lavish
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| God wants him to have this
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| And without a doubt, believe his
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| Ends are noble so the savage means
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| Are deleted from the scenes
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| So we can believe that we are
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| Noble nobles, what a savage myth |