| Rise and praise the hungry sky
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| Another day in paradise
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| This pantheon franchises dreams
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| Potemkin zealot, you ain’t guaranteed
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| Endless sainted light
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| Your rented cell’s a trap to feed
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| A hallowed spot you barely keep
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| So get them swaying, draw a crowd
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| Seed your word inside their mouths
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| You’re praying smarter
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| You’re praying harder
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| You’re spieling your blessings
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| Like a street-corner barker
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| ‘Cuz you can’t be shy, seeking favor divine
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| It’s a victimless sin to build your schtick a shrine
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| And there’s no percentage in heaven
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| Knowing your woes
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| In the pros, you’ve got peers
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| Who’d give up a limb
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| To shiv and supplant you
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| So buck up, heed those better angels
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| Offer bland benedictions and false cheer
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| And with a little luck
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| Plus some real proselytic talk
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| You’ll ascend above the muck
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| Gain traction in the empyrean
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| Meet the gatekeepers, grip their grease
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| Exalt the flock you plan to fleece
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| Preach pro bono, damn the costs
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| Enrich your soul before your grace is lost
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| So whenever your account is down
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| Look on the bright side
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| Until the jig’s up and you’re cast out
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| You can still bathe
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| In every dawn’s fanged limelight
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| Here in paradise |