| You played sapphire to the swine
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| With his chalices of wine
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| And his niece who wears your penis like a crown
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| All that power has escaped you
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| Though you toiled all the day through
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| With the promise of a hummer and a pound
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| And I don’t know what to do for you
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| I could draw you a picture of the world and a screw
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| I could’ve loved you but your dreams are on fire
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| And your prophet is a banker and a liar
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| And if their money don’t fulfil you
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| There are medicines that will do
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| All the thinking for you so you can relax
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| The poison kiss of easy living
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| Full of shit and unforgiving
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| To the? |
| who rest its burden on their backs
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| And I don’t know what to do for you
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| I could draw you a picture of the world and a screw
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| I could’ve loved you but your dreams are on fire
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| And your prophet is a banker and a liar
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| And I don’t know what to do for you
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| I could draw you a picture of the world and a screw
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| I could’ve loved you, but your dreams are on fire
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| And your prophet is a banker and a liar |