| Messy and stupid and dull and out of control
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| The intellectual grape vine gets pulled and then told
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| Paperback riddled with the right pages dog-eared
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| My heart is full and my eyes are red but still clear
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| Oh lord
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| Come down here and give me a pat on the back
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| Ya, I’m strong enough without anymore of your god-given strength
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| Point me in the direction of those golden pearl gates
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| I’ve got rocks in my chest and garbage for brains
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| So I’m standing my ground and I won’t be persuaded
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| I’ve decided myself that I could use a change and
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| I’d be silly to think that I’ve been well behaved
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| But the messes I’ve made became your favorite stains
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| Welcome me into your arms
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| I’ve sacrificed in all of your honor
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| With a toothless grin and some charm
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| Let me lead you away from that slaughter
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| The writer’s world fame is
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| Well…
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| Much lesser known
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| But the antics will dictate how those readings will go
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| And the best seller shelf
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| It was never the goal
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| But the bills need to be paid and
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| The words need to be sold
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| Welcome me into your arms
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| I’ve sacrificed in all of your honor
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| With a toothless grin and some charm
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| Let me lead you away from that slaughter
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| Let me lead you away from that slaughter
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| Let me lead you away from that slaughter
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| We can find something better and darker
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| Let me lead you away
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| What was dedicated to the soul
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| Now belongs to the sell
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| We set the sails and let the
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| Ship guide its self
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| And when it finally sinks we won’t blame ourselves
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| But take the names of the ones that actually dove into help
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| Wishful thinking
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| Then retreating
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| Following blindly
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| Into the fog
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| The nature of wrong
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| Trailing like shit
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| Right behind you
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| Until you’re gone |