| The place I’m standing in, planted with mannequins
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| Painted in their calendars, it’s dinner with the Blandersons
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| Talk about their business and the stale ideas they champion
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| Christian Coalition save the sinners on the campuses
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| They pulled their weapons out, they had a banner year
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| I know no prison I just yell it in their ear
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| I know no average men, I’m stone cold analyst
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| Behind those pearly eyes evil I recognize what’s happening
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| Uh huh, uh huh, they think they’re pulling one over
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| Uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it’s over
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| Now I ain’t no atheist aching or making blanketed statements
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| I’ll just say it, they way they play it is dangerous
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| Which last day is it? |
| who do I save again? |
| who am I pagan then?
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| I’m lost, I’m gone
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| The rest gonna pay the cost for you to bear that cross
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| Ending of the clear-cut path, follow but you end up lost
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| Won’t come back, y’all know that, I suggest you throttle back
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| But instead you’re on the gas, the match, the scratch
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| You make the world go boom
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| Gonna end it too soon, so I left the room
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| The things they say, they things they do
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| I’m anti red and anti blue
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| I could’ve shut my mouth after Bad Time Zoo
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| But then there’s you
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| Uh huh, uh huh, they think they’re pulling one over
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| Uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it’s over
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| Now you knew it
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| It’s fruitless like a rhyme with oranges
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| The results are manufactured like a war on christmas
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| A distraction from the war between the muslims and christians
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| And you get like, «eww, shit, well that’s none of my business»
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| And I ain’t no judge or jury but you’re spending my taxes
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| And the tactics in practice are indefensibly backwards
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| The problem with dominance is the outcome is ominous
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| Honest to god
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| None of them are honest to god
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| They insist that it’s this, or that’s it
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| Take a buck but they won’t give an inch
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| Who’s convinced?
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| The things they say, they things they do
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| I’m anti red and anti blue
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| I could’ve shut my mouth after Bad Time Zoo
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| But then there’s you
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| Uh huh, uh huh, they think they’re pulling one over
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| Uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it’s over
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| Okay, there’s Pat, and Jack, and Roxanne
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| With a new spin and a new plan on an old planet
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| With no room for me to stand
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| So I’ll drink this Kool Aid and I’ll catch this comet
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| A common climate
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| There’s no air up there, down here
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| But I got long hair, don’t care, caveman
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| Furthermore my ancestors never rode on dinosaurs
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| I’ve been having this argument for 6,000 years
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| And it only brought me here
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| But I only state facts, they disregard math
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| They say he’s on the way back
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| And they legislate that
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| So I talk shit and hold my dick like, «you don’t know nothing»
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| Sell me another last day and see if I give you something
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| Uh huh |