| We watched the dolphins swimming down the fractured avenue
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| Drilling through the rock bed
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| Making hell of the morning dew
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| Making hell of the morning dew
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| Prayin' just ain’t no way of saying
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| To the monarchs sitting silly
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| In the excrement from there own cigars
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| This is no truce;
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| This is the truth from hillbilly guitars!
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| You wana play tricks on the hicks,
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| And all we wanna do is be rock and roll stars!
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| Ha!
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| Hypnos was a Greek
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| He could take the wild and the weak
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| He could take your brain
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| And hang it on the end of an iron chain
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| The master showed his slave that a man ain’t nothin' but a man!
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| But before I’m gonna let that dumbbell beat me down,
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| I’m gonna die with that hammer in my hand!
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| …That hammer in my hand!
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| We watched the dolphins swimming down the fractured avenue,
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| Drilling through the rock bed
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| Making hell of the morning dew
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| Making hell of the morning dew
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| We watched the dolphins swimming down the fractured avenue,
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| Drilling through the rock bed
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| And making hell of the morning dew
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| Making hell of the morning dew
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| Making hell of the morning dew
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| Where were you little man,
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| When I laid down the foundations of your universe?
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| I constructed the perimeter of your thoughts!
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| I constructed where and what your flesh and bones would realize!
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| Making hell of the morning dew… |