| Man made of earth, and woman made of bone
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| No good together, and no good alone
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| Take your chances on your own
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| Down in the valley the people built a wall
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| Ten feet wide and twenty feet tall
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| It cast a shadow over them all
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| High up on the tippy top the people placed their king
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| A man of short stature with a shiny gold ring
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| All the kings jokers shuffle through the crowd
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| To silence the people who think too loud
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| Look up high and if the rain won’t fall
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| Pray all night until you break that wall
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| Look up high and if the sun won’t shine
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| Drown your weary soul in blood red wine
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| Mad king to break your bones
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| Help you die and take your home
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| So i dug a big whole, on the other side of the wall
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| And I pushed the king off and watched him fall
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| Down
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| Where the laboring dead dig away
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| To make a hole where he will stay
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| Deep, deep down in hell
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| And there they’ll keep him very well
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| Look up high and if the rain won’t fall
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| Pray all night until you break that wall
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| Look up high and if the sun won’t shine
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| Drown your weary soul in blood red wine
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| Man made of earth, and woman made of bone
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| No good together, and no good alone
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| Take your chances on your own |