| When the house lights all go dark
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| Shuffle on down to the park
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| Spent stars in the winter sky
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| Days of refuge in short supply
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| All you parasites, climb aboard!
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| All you vagabonds, praise the Lord!
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| When the compost pile grows high
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| Climb to the top if I try
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| Long-haul truckers still wide awake
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| Guard their pathways for Jesus' sake
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| All you garbage trucks, to the curb!
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| True sons of the Living Word!
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| Try not to get stuck in the intake vent
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| Grow fat and grow old and go blind and be content
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| All you pack dogs, have your say
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| Let me just find my own way
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| Moon in the trees my guide
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| Walk with my jaw hinged wide
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| Once more unto the breach!
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| Safe in the spots that the light can’t reach |