| Baby gets born, rolls on his back
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| Opens his eyes and hears a voice a-saying, «Oh, oh, oh, oh»
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| I’ll tell you a secret about yourself
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| I’ll tell you a secret about yourself
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| Your father was bad, his father was bad
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| His father was bad, need I go any further on?
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| You’re not gonna try to involve yourself
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| Your pliable head is a walking hope
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| 'Cause even now, there’s a bone snapping
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| Doughy embryo, bloody hands clapping, the blood is clapping
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| If all the boys say you did it
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| And all the girls say you did it
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| And if all the boys say you did it
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| And all the girls say you did it
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| Then man, you’re as guilty as
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| The ones that came before
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| You sleepwalked over here
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| The drawbridge creaks ignored
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| Leave the engine room and go
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| Leave the engine room and build a road
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| Leave the engine room
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| The steam will peter out
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| And I’m tired of the centuries passing
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| The vacuum and the womb
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| And I respect that things have changed
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| And I’m alone and I remember snatches here
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| And I involve myself with utter madness
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| Leave me lounging
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| With my nerves butchered and the ceiling torched in the birth canal
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| 'Cause even now there’s a bomb dropping, it’s ever dropping
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| 'Cause all the boys say I did it
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| And all the girls say I did it
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| And, mother, all the boys say I did it
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| And all the girls say I did it
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| And man, I’m as guilty as
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| The ones that came before |