| Don’t show me the way to the promised land
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| If you can be bought
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| Don’t preach to me words you don’t understand
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| Just leave me alone
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| Don’t show me the way to the promised land
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| If you can be bought
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| Don’t preach to me words you don’t understand
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| Just leave me alone
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| For the promise of gold
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| But they find only rocks and a never ending deeper hole
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| Worship the holy temp, pulling the silver strings
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| Never knowing where they’re going, or what it means
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| But it won’t be me
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| Not my promised land, no you won’t find me
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| At the promised land
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| They say the truth is written, on a paper wall
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| But they’ll burn it all down for a promise of a little more
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| Shake for it shake for it, for that dollar sign
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| For that golden watch
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| And the righteous tell their stories like they got the world figured out
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| Lead your flock to the holy land but you won’t have me
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| No you won’t have me
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| No you won’t have me
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| No you won’t have me
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| Don’t show me the way to the promised land
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| If you can be bought
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| Don’t preach to me words you don’t understand
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| Just leave me alone
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| Don’t feed from the hand of the righteous man
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| While it feeds on the poor
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| Don’t look into the eyes of the hypnotist
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| Telling you the one to blame
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| And they’ll sell our souls, if they play their game
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| You can tell that faceless man that it won’t be me
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| Not my promised land, no you won’t find me
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| At the promised land no
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| Don’t show me the way to the promised land
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| If you can be bought |