| Our hero lives in a box at the bottom of a Coca-Cola sign
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| Like some great altar to God flashing
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| Messages all the time
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| Here doesn’t come here to worship, no, he
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| Comes here to live
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| At night he crawls through the city to
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| Take whatever we don’t give
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| He used to have a little baby, but a
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| Fragile thing can soon be gone
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| A little cold never hurt you and me, but
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| Her she didn’t last long
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| Our hero stares at the stars, watches
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| Them turn red and white
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| Says these are men who made this
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| And this is not God’s light
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| Hear me, Hear me I’m at the bottom of
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| The red and the white sign
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| Hear me, Hear me Cause I’m coming for you
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| Our hero can’t read so he don’t know
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| What that sign says
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| And you can be damed sure the taste
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| Of a coke never passed his lips
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| He knows these are men who have
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| Made this and their day soon must come
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| All the people at the bottom prayin' Lord
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| Thy will be done
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| And they’re shoutin'
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| Hear me, Hear me I’m at the bottom of
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| The red and the white sign
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| Hear me, Hear me Cause I’m coming for you
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| Like Don Quioxte chasing some dragon
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| Into the night
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| Our hero dreams of the battle that he
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| Topples that red knight
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| Topples that red light
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| Our hero lays in the grass dreaming of
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| His little sweet child
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| He remembers holding her hands and
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| Touching her little sweet smile
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| If a man can create this neon tower into the sky
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| Where the hell was the God of the Coca-Cola sign
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| The night she died
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| Hear me, Hear me I’m at the bottom of
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| The red and the white sign
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| Hear me, Hear me Cause I’m coming for you |