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High Heel Boys Dancing In The Noise

Bright Lights Blind It Is Play Time

Silver Screen Smut In The Tomb Of Mr. Tut

Standing Tall Over Head These Are The Living Dead

Stir The Persian Smack, See Young Faces Crack

Sold Their Souls For Sex And Greed In The Bathroom In The Back

You Never Know What You Might See Up In The Apple Tree

Your Time Is Short How Disappointed God Must Be

They Are Lovers Of Their Ownselves

Unthankful And Proud Blasphemers, Disobedient, Boaster, Unholy, And Loud

A Fine Snow From Bogota Has Evrybody Lying Down

I See THem Crawl Like A Snake Their Noses To The Ground

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They'll Take You For All They Can

Your Just Putty In Their Hands

Your Slippin And Slidin In Quicksand

Your Like The Dust Blown Through A Fan

I've Seen The Poor, Seen The Needy

Pitied The Rich Despised The Greedy

I've Seen The Dirty The Unclean

I've Seen The Worst Things Ever Been

I've Seen The Lost, Seen The Saved

Children Cry At Morrison's Grave

I've Seen The Bruised In The Night

Grown Men Cry In Broad Daylight