| Are we not the living proof of the idiot God who placed us here?
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| Are we not His dirty children, His unwashed sons who He holds dear?
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| Are we not the proof that there may’ve been another creator?
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| If this is the ultimate truth, it had to come out sooner or later
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| I’ve looked for the reason why we’re here
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| I’ve kept on searching until it was clear
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| I’ve looked for excuses — can’t find no other
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| We must be the product of God’s kid brother
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| Their ivy halls are closed to us
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| We scrape to survive and we taste the dust
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| The things that we weren’t meant to know
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| Are spoke of in places where we can’t go
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| So don’t tell me you still find it hard to believe
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| That we were made by a different God
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| Are we not the proof that there may’ve been another creator?
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| Let’s run to the volcano and toss a virgin in the crater
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| I’ve looked for the reason why we’re here
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| I’ve kept on searching until it was clear
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| I’ve looked for excuses — can’t find no other
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| We must be the product of God’s kid brother
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| Their ivy halls are closed to us
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| We scrape to survive and do what we must
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| The things that we weren’t meant to know
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| Are spoke of in places where we can’t go
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| So don’t tell me you still find it hard to believe
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| That we were made by a different God
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| Maybe there are two Gods
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| A perfect God who made all those perfect people
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| And another God who made the rest of us
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| And maybe, just maybe, somewhere there’s a Heavenly choir
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| That sings off key
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| Are we not the proof that there may’ve been another creator?
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| We’ll dodge our way through life and hope for something greater
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| I’ve looked for the reason why we’re here
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| I’ve kept on searching until it was clear
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| I’ve looked for excuses — can’t find no other
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| We must be the product of God’s kid brother |