| Too much information, maybe, discipline
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| So much aggravation, baby, it’s a drag
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| Too much hesitation, maybe, I’m feeling low
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| Without complications, baby, without woe, yeah
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| I got concentration, baby, in my eye
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| It’s a fetid nation, maybe, it’s a drag
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| An abomination, maybe, but I won’t cry
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| Without complication, baby, without woe, yeah
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| Let’s have compensation, baby, for your crimes
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| Evil men still living but they are fine
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| It’s an evil nation, baby, death and dying
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| Looking out the window, baby, it’s on fire, yeah
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| Where is that cup of tea?
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| We all want cups of tea while we sit around
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| It’s an easy living, baby, when you’re dying
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| On an empty stomach, maybe, but feeling fine
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| Holler when you’re yonder, baby, what’s it like?
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| Often we do wonder, baby, about the afterlife, yeah |