| Get tired of coming in from the mountains every year
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| Find some place to set up shop around here
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| Spread out a little, circulate
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| A log that floats down river
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| Will certainly take on weight
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| Meet some people, make some friends
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| How long till we get sent back to the mountains?
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| It all depends
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| On the hopeful
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| And the cunning
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| And the faithful
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| The well-positioned
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| Filthy but graceful
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| Get familiar with affairs of state
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| Foretell the future
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| Get a pretty good success rate
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| Notch some wins, take some losses
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| Be nice to the guys who wear necklaces with crosses
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| They will stab you in the back
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| You gotta turn the other cheek
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| You gotta learn to love Jesus, so to speak
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| Like the hopeful
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| And the cunning
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| And the faithful
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| The well-positioned
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| Filthy but graceful
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| Real filthy, think about getting clean
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| Even hear the soldiers talk about it, down at the canteen
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| Little kings keep coming, one another’s head
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| Which is exactly how the portends read
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| Watch with wonder
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| Fail to discern
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| These people never learn
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| How long till the snake devours its tail?
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| Longer than we think
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| Still it’s gotta happen sometime
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| Until then, raise a drink
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| To the hopeful
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| And the cunning
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| And the faithful
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| The well-positioned
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| Filthy but graceful |