| Now tell me what you’re seeing in the Rorschach
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| I see trouble and it’s coming on a horseback
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| The four horseman, the sound of the war drums
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| Awesome! |
| What’s your poison?
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| Only really here for the short term
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| Better let it all burn, might as well
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| I see the devil in a short skirt, hot as hell
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| Gotta bounce, do the Lord’s work
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| Sin or two before church
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| And all will be forgiven over liquor and an hors d’oeuvre
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| Poor little porcelain soldiers enforcing their Lord’s will
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| Faith in their holsters while angels and vultures circle the same
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| And I’m smelling bullshit on both sides of the pulpit
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| The cool kids smoke cigarettes
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| And they sing a song of six pence
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| Through a hole in their withered necks
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| Strange lot, yin yang’s got a grey tinge
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| Big bang, go out the same way we came in
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| Set em up, dead em up, pick a weapon up
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| Get it done. |
| (x2)
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| Fuck you man
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| See I understand
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| From atop a soapbox we’re a bunch of ants
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| Look, science got a brand new funding grant
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| And made a test tube baby with guns for hands, Bang!
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| Baby boomer, man could they get cuter?
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| Yo, there’s kids in the military
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| That’s why they call it infantry
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| Every coo a fuck you in disguise
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| Nice day, not a single mushroom in the sky
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| But I feel so alone in the globe spinning
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| So I jumped up and made a God in my own image
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| Spun a gun around a sun
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| Simple
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| Printed up a couple of bumper stickers for the gift store
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| Not sure what I exist for
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| So I think by the wishful
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| Drink by the fishful
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| I got the devil in the details
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| Bible in the porn stash
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| That’s what I’m seeing in the Rorschach |