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Good boy do what mama says
Bleed your blood until itâs red
Toss another dime in hat, colonize your bedroom map, keep your revolution eyes wet
I am thoroughly impressed
Classy course catalog well read
Now you talk about the out and down, walk about with burning crown, wonder why the kiddies donât beg
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And I know why your change is never coming
It feels fine to shame a setting sun
Now itâs high time, you leave your war alone
Better pick your battles
Now you preach on a pulpit built to last
With your gold collar covered up in rags
And you call yourself a weathervane, find a puddle call it rain, pass them baskets fast
Chorus
Iâve seen the hollow man
And Iâve been smitten selling stories of his hands
But bright lights spur submission, honeybee television, taste a little nectar and youâre gone
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