| I heard about the trouble they had
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| Down on the farm
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| They say they lost all the white horses
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| And half of the corn
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| The woman of the house
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| She came screaming into town
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| We said sister why go crying
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| When you can watch it all burn down
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| And sit here dreaming
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| Of our hawaiian island world?
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| The preacher said his church has been empty
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| Two sundays in a row
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| I said no father please forgive them
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| For they do not what they know
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| Been called on by the devil
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| Your man from down below
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| And traded in their free-will
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| For a part in Satan’s show
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| And they don’t hear the screaming
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| Of a dying virgin girl
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| They just sit there wanting
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| Their hawaiian island world
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| The shopkeeper from Illinois came round
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| A freshly fired gun in his hand
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| He said he’d just shot a young poet
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| For writing something he didn’t understand
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| Gone were the lines that he loved to forget
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| Safe were the folk words of truth would upset
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| With God right behind him
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| His gun by his side
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| There was nowhere for these weirdos
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| To run or to hide
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| The day of their judgement
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| It was due to arrive
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| Get them on the record
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| Make sure they don’t survive
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| And we can all sit watching
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| Our hawaiian island world
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| Don’t wake me cause I’m dreaming
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| Of my hawaiian island world
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| I just made love to my hawaiian island girl |