| We dragged ourselves out of the garden and struggled through the cold
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| All danger, toil and opposition we conquered and behold!
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| We built up Jericho and empires with labour, guts and war
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| Then housed our public into buildings and slept inside their doors
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| And that’s our state of mind, we’re stepping over bodies all the time
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| Rather than to stare at it we’ll be blind, suck it up and look away
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| We struggle and we strive, we drink and then we drive
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| We get on with the show and walk out the door because we all know
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| They’ll be no hell below. |
| Jericho
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| And I can’t see heaven and even if I could I doubt we’d get in
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| If there’s an honest man then I’ve not met him
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| We better get a way to start repenting
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| Or better yet a way to start again I swear to you
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| We left our cousins in the jungle and triumphed from afar
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| Sometimes we put them into cages and laugh how wild they are
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| Under the neon lights we passed them, the creatures screamed and brawled
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| His head was smashed upon the concrete, I didn’t flinch at all
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| You seem surprised our race survived
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| You’d almost call us civilized
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| Our cities thrived on this state of mind
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| There’s no hell below just Jericho |