| The priest wears a black eye patch and fake Prada perfume
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| On his walking cane is the Holy Roman ring
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| He wants to blindfold you all alone in his bedroom
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| In the land of the blind the one eyed-man is king
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| Hosanna closes her eyes at Saint Peter’s urging
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| She tapes them shut so she can’t see anything
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| She don’t know it yet, but she’s no longer virgin
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| Here in the land of the blind, the one-eyed snake is king
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| The cyclops in the White House understands it
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| Keeps everyone snow blind from the great west wing
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| He knows your rules don’t apply here in the snake pit
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| It’s a land of the blind and the one eyed-man is king
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| Oh, every night you pray or is it wishing?
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| Cause you’re in no position to ask for anything
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| I’m guided by a warning light from heaven
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| Inspired by the violent Arab Spring
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| I nearly died once in a wrecked Porsche 911
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| But in the land of the dead, the dying man is king
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| You’re looking for someone to lead you through this
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| I’m standing here, let’s do this
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| Throw my hat into the ring
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| He sentenced me to eternity in exile
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| Then drew the battle lines with David’s sling
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| He gave every sightless clown a nuclear missile
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| In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king
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| Oh, meet me at your mama’s by the parkway
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| And I’ll free your soul from every apron string
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| In the execution hood you wore on Saint’s Day
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| We’ll join the land of the blind where the one eyed man is king |