| We’ve been driving around
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| From one end of this town to the other and back
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| But no one’s ever seen us driving our Econoline van
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| And no one’s ever heard of our band
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| We’re the Mesopotamians:
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| Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal
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| And Gilgamesh
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| And they wouldn’t understand a word we say
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| So we’ll scratch it all down into the clay
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| Half believing there will sometime come a day
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| Someone gives a damn
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| Maybe when the concrete has crumbled to sand
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| The Mesopotamish sun is beating down
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| And making cracks in the ground
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| But there’s nowhere else to stand
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| In Mesopotamia, no one’s ever seen us
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| The kingdom where we secretly reign
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| (And no one’s ever heard of our band)
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| The land where we invisibly rule
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| This is my last stick of gum
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| I’m gonna cut it up so everybody else gets some
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| Except for Ashurbanipal who says my haircut
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| Make me look like a Mohenjo Daroin
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| Hey Ashurbanipal!
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| Hey man, I thought that you were dead
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| I thought you crashed your car
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| No, man, I’ve been right here this whole time
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| Playing bass guitar
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| For the Mesopotamians |