| Followed it down to the reliquary
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| The last few of pocked knee
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| Had a vision: delerium tremens
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| In the throes of summerland
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| There were rings on every finger
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| Courted pagans there on Easter
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| Swallowed it down, the boiled hare
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| Lazy-eyed men say they’ve seen it;
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| Wrest the gim crack
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| From so many trinkets
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| Sermons tangled in chicken wire
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| Waterproofed with hot tar
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| And time folded over
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| Stood in, front, ensconced;
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| No one to set off the defensives
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| By the hand of John Kemble
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| We wished our wishes
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| Chants that went sideways
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| Drank our super-ego
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| By the hand of John Kemble
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| And temptations before us
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| Fell under John’s famine
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| Laid to waste like Faust
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| Frankenscense traded
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| For the hand
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| Gold fever wished upon it
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| Sworn to nature
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| And the elements
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| Somnabulism nausea
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| Came from my scrap metal
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| Followed it to the terminal
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| Dressed walk window’s coin
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| Operated inferno
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| Sent back
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| By telekinesis
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| To the center
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| Of Egypt
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| Grift as the
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| Last train wreck
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| From the carny’s possession
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| Pendulums whistle the bomb song
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| By the hand of John Kemble
|
| We wished our wishes
|
| Chants that went sideways
|
| Drank our super-ego
|
| By the hand of John Kemble
|
| And temptations before us
|
| Fell under John’s famine
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| Laid to waste like Faust
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| Dripped from a sky falling
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| Shone the hand’s ring like a shiner;
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| Eyes turned to marble
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| There, we marched with the triad
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| In the riot boot borrowed
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| Catholics sent the missionaries
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| Easter rites behind them
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| His hand, there it went
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| From Göslar to The Keys
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| Whole tribes
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| Came back from the dead
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| Dressed in chicken blood
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| Waiting for Nöel
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| Black pine for the hanging
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| By the hand of John Kemble
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| We wished our wishes
|
| Chants that went sideways
|
| Drank our super-ego
|
| By the hand of John Kemble
|
| And temptations before us
|
| Fell under John’s famine
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| Laid to waste like Faust |