| Emerald haunt in overdrive
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| Nightmare descent into Jericho city
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| Camel dust heralds our arrival
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| New Christ beneath the drumkit moon
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| Oh Lord we are threatened again
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| In the slipstream pull of the federal men
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| Plummet in some seamless night
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| Down here to Earth, it’s hopeless then
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| Apache gunman in the boiling crowd
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| Who never got to meet you last time
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| We’re interrupted by the telephone
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| You didn’t think they were invented then
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| Oh, Lord, we need miracles
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| We need more wine and gold
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| We need slaves and roads and personal favors
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| We need microphones and manifolds
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| How can you be so invisible?
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| Give me the nerves to see
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| Privilege on privilege
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| An unwanted discovery
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| So now, we’re cruising down this shuddering highway
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| With a dead sun shining on my back
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| And we talk about the way people treat us back there
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| Their hollow laughter, the pain in their eyes
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| Oh, my Lord, I trust your intentions
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| But money strangles our love
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| Struggling like a fool with my junk and my jewels
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| You would have thought I’d had enough
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| How can you be so invisible?
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| Give me the nerves to see
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| Privilege on privilege
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| An unwanted discovery
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| How can you be so invisible?
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| Give me the nerves to see
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| Privilege on privilege
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| An unwanted discovery |