Half of the people are stoned And the other half are waiting for the next election Half the people are drowned And the other half are swimming in the wrong direction.
They call it Glorious Living They call it Glorious Living And baby, where does that leave you? You and your kind— Miserere Nobis You and your youth and your mind Nowhere, Nowhere, Nowhere
For the Word for the Word was at the birth of the beginning It made the Heavens and the Earth and set them spinning, And for several million years It's withstood all our...
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