| A sheep has left the fold
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| Hoof beats go trotting, trotting
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| Up to heaven, bold
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| At the gates, knocking knocking
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| Sheep in wolfish clothes
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| Holy jaws are dropping
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| Up in Heaven’s hold
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| Plant my hooves, my hooks my books
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| Once upon a time
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| Heaven was a towered tower
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| Tethered in its pride
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| Castor’s grace is sour, sour
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| Thought the ink was dried
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| Hellish gardens flowered
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| Ivy to be climbed
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| Spread my filth, my wings, my weeds, my weeds
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| My fairest wheels are turning
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| Hark the angels wail
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| Bedtime is a-burning, burning
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| We’ve got grace for sale
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| How the worm is turning, turning
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| Lay you down to sleep
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| With book-ed little stories
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| Count your missing sheep
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| Shed my skin, my fleece, my sin, my worms
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| They burrow up the line
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| Serpents in the branches, branching
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| Up those crooked vines
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| Vultures of a feather hatching
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| Circus lullabies
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| Carousels are ramping up to heaven
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| I raise my hell, my cane, my stakes, my snakes
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| Tongues, tongues, slither in the mud; |
| that’s how a carnival grows, my son.
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| Tongues, tongues, slither in the psalms; |
| that’s how a carnival grows!
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| All these fickle beasts
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| Heaven hath rejected, lapping
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| Glory from our teats
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| Each of them is tested, blessed
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| Cast out for your sin
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| Come here for redemption
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| We’ve got grace for cheap
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| We’ve got grace for cheap
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| Lest you end up bested, lost and torn, to shreds, disected.
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| Tongues, tongues, slither in the mud, slither in the mud, slither in the mud;
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| that’s how a carnival grows, my son. |
| that’s how a carnival grows.
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| Tongues, tongues, slither in the psalms, slither in the psalms, slither in the
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| psalms, that’s how a carnival grows, my son. |
| That’s how a carnival grows.
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| Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
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| Cross your heart and hope to die,
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| It’s off to hell we go.
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| Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
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| Stick a needle in your eye,
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| It’s off to hell we go.
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| Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
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| Cross your heart and hope to die,
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| It’s off to hell we go.
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| Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
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| Stick a needle in your eye,
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| It’s off to hell we go.
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| Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
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| Cross your heart and hope to die,
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| It’s off to hell we go.
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| Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
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| Stick a needle in your eye,
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| It’s off to hell we go.
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| Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
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| Cross your heart and hope to die,
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| It’s off to hell. |