| Verse: And in his eyes there was a room, like any other room
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| There was a table, free of cups and trays
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| Surrounded by six chairs of gold with silver cloth
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| A list that hung against the giant wooden door
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| And there were men, he’d seen before
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| None of them looked like their paintings
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| That hung from the ceilings or walls
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| Hook: And they were nude, like their statues
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| And their eyes never blinked
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| And they shook their hands as he began to speak
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| Verse: And when he spoke there was a soung like nothing he had heard
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| They were the voices of all he’d put to death
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| He tried to tell them all the good things he had done
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| Distorted words were locked somewhere behind his tongue
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| They watched him sweat, wiping his head
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| And then the threw up the slime that had started to climb
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| And they rose
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| (Repeat Hook)
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| Yeah!
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| (instrumental bridge)
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| (Repeat Hook) (modified): And they were nude (Oh, yes!)
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| And their eyes never blinked
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| And they shook their hands as he began to speak |