| It’s a long running joking
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| And I’m sorry I’d croak if I lied, if I lied
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| We’d all just keep smiling the same
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| So you put on your suits
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| And you’re all in cahoots, but who cares?
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| Silent prayers won’t keep you from going insane
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| Or maybe they will, if just for a time
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| You could say it was god, or something divine
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| You could blame it on flesh-eating monsters
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| Or even yourself, even yourself
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| La di da
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| Well it’s a long running joke
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| And I’ll run 'til I croak
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| God knows why, god knows why
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| We all keep on feeding the shame
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| So you put on your suits
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| And you’re all in cahoots, but who cares?
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| Silent prayers won’t keep you from feeling the pain
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| Or maybe they will, cause you know what they say
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| When there’s a gun to your head
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| You should know how to pray
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| And when death comes a-knocking, he says that
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| We’re all just the same, we’re all just the same
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| La di da
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| So I’ll put on a suit if you’ll promise to shoot when I’m chased
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| Sins erased
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| And bound for those big pearly gates
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| Or maybe they will, cause you know what they say
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| When there’s a gun to your head
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| You should know how to pray
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| And when death comes a-knocking, he says that
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| We’re all just the same, we’re all just the same
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| La di da
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| We’re all just the same |