| The house caught on fire in the winter
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| The bosses lay slain
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| And each of the workers decided to ten-fold their pay
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| And they saw in the mirror the sun had been shot down in flames
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| And nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
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| But it doesn’t really matter when the judgments are said
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| 'cause we all take our chances to find out romance is in some others bed
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| And you might burn your fingers hock your best rings for those
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| Who’d have you standing naked then publicly auction the use of a hose
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| All the children were laughing their faces in half at the pain
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| Of the girl who loved talking to walls and jumping at trains
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| And the words that ring true in the playground of fools will remain
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| And nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
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| But it doesn’t really matter when the rights have been read
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| 'Cause we all take our chances to glance at the wife in the opposite bed
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| And I bet Nero and Pilate could easily explain
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| How policemen and pirates get stoned in glass houses just finding their way
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| The house caught on fire in the winter
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| The bosses lay slain
|
| And each of the workers decided to ten-fold their pay
|
| And they saw in the mirror the sun had been shot down in flames
|
| And nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
|
| But it doesn’t really matter when the judgments are said
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| 'cause we all take our chances to find out romance is in some others bed
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| And you might burn your fingers hock your best rings for those
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| Who’d have you standing naked then publicly auction the use of a hose
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| And it doesn’t really matter when the rights have been read
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| 'Cause we all take our chances to glance at the wife in the opposite bed
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| And I bet Nero and Pilate could easily explain
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| How policemen and pirates get stoned in glass houses just finding their way
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| Yeah policemen and pirates get stoned in glass houses just finding their way
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| Yeah policemen and pirates get stoned in glass houses just finding their way |