| Morning Anthem |
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| Wake up, all you godless, wake up |
| Come open your sinful blue eyes |
| With greed runneth over your cup |
| So start the day’s blessings and lies |
| Sell him out, your own brother, you lout |
| And chuck your poor mother about |
| The good Lord up above you is watching |
| And yelling «Get up and get out!» |
