| We set the table and the silverware
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| And all you’ve got is a hundred-yard stare
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| So look back to me and finish your food
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| With an appetite and some gratitude
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| We set the table and the silverware
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| And gave you those clothes that you don’t wanna wear
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| But as long as you plan to stay alive
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| You gotta honor your parents, that’s number five
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| Give me all your children
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| And I’ll show them how to congregate
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| All we need are mouths to feed
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| So pass around a dinner plate
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| Give me all your money
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| And I’ll open up the pearly gates
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| What’s food for thought
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| When all you’ve got is somethin' to regurgitate?
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| So now that you’re taller, and now that you’re grown
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| You can build a table all on your own
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| And with whomever you decide to be
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| Make sure she makes you up a family
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| We set you up a resting place
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| And your giant block of marble awaits
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| And we broke you open an ATM
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| But don’t get greedy, that’s number ten
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| Give me all your children
|
| And I’ll show them how to congregate
|
| All we need are mouths to feed
|
| So pass around a dinner plate
|
| Give me all your money
|
| And I’ll open up the pearly gates
|
| What’s food for thought
|
| When all you’ve got is somethin' to regurgitate?
|
| So now that you’re taller, now that you’re grown
|
| You can build a table all on your own
|
| And with whomever you decide to be
|
| Make sure she makes you up a family
|
| We set you up a resting place
|
| And your giant block of marble awaits
|
| And we broke you open an ATM
|
| But don’t get greedy, that’s number ten
|
| Give me all your children
|
| And I’ll show them how to congregate
|
| All we need are mouths to feed
|
| So pass around a dinner plate
|
| Give me all your money
|
| And I’ll open up the pearly gates
|
| What’s food for thought
|
| When all you’ve got is somethin' to regurgitate?
|
| Give me all your money
|
| And I’ll open up the pearly gates
|
| Give me all your money
|
| And I’ll open up the pearly gates
|
| Give me all your money
|
| And I’ll open up the pearly gates
|
| What’s food for thought
|
| When all you’ve got is somethin' to regurgitate? |