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Chews the fat with his creator |
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Over breakfast in the sunlight |
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Though when he says grace, when he says grace |
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He feels enveloped like a shadow |
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But there are evenings |
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There are evenings when this |
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Decimated world of movement, color and form |
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Gets thin and getting thinner |
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When lights are dim and getting dimmer |
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When nights are grim and they're only getting |
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Only getting grimmer |
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As they barter their boulders |
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And martyr their soldiers |
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Teach a man to tear her fucking head |
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From her goddamn shoulders |
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Held into the sun, by the threads of her hair |
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By the threads of her hair |
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By the threads of her hair |
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They impart a secret hatred from their fathers to their heirs |
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In a silence left unbroken, oh |
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On a bed bound and gagged |
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Bound, bound and gagged |
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With culture, language, myth and law |
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Our goddess gave birth |
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Our goddess gave birth to your god |
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On a bed bound and gagged |
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With culture, language, myth and law |
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From a wounded womb where flesh was scarred and raw |
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Our goddess gave birth to your god |
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Our goddess gave birth to your god |
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Our goddess gave birth to your god |
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Our goddess gave birth to your god, goddamn |
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Culture, language, myth and law |
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Wounded womb and scarred and raw(Our goddess gave birth) |
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Culture, language, myth and law |
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Wounded womb and scarred and raw(Our goddess gave birth to your god) |