| The angels are lost in the city of stars
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| The wise men are down on their knees
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| And the fruitman of freeway will sell you his cars
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| When he’s sure that you can’t find the keys
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| And the ladies on Magdalene lane
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| All worship the sun and the sand
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| And the migrants who come can’t complain
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| For this is their promised land
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| La la la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la
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| Mgm studios can’t make the nut
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| They’re auctioning Dorothy’s shoes
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| Gable is gone, the good witch is a s***
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| And I’ve got the parking lot blues
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| The wizard brought benzadrine smiles
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| And he never let Dorothy doze
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| She died as she walked down the aisle
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| And all that remains is her clothes
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| Over the rainbow a Kansas tornado
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| Can twist up a little girl’s head
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| Aunt Em’s on relief and the tinman’s a thief
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| And even the wizard can’t wake the dead
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| La la la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la
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| The prophet has come to this kingdom of lights
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| But there’s no one to listen or learn
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| And the savior performs for the prophet’s delight
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| While dissenters are banished or burned
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| And the heretics beg to be heard
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| But the savior’s on tour for the week
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| Salvation is found in his word
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| If only he’d learn how to speak
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| And Lincoln is laughing with Amos 'n' Andy
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| Concerning the Great Civil War
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| And Paul Revere sleeps with the worst looking creeps
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| While revolution’s knocking at his door
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| La la la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la
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| Magdalene Lane is the red light domain
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| Where everyone’s soul is for sale
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| A piece of your heart will do for a start
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| But you can send us the rest in the mail
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| For we have our own families to feed
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| And we can’t let them starve just for you
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| Well, we’d rather not watch while you bleed
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| So come back in an hour when you’re through
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| It’s just another city full of sorrow
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| It makes no difference why I came
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| I only know I’m leaving here tomorrow
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| And only the motel man knows my name |