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SOMETHING IN THE WAY
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Underneath a brigde
the tarp has sprung a leak
and the animals I've trapped
they all become my pets
and I'm living off of grass
and the drippings of a ceiling
But It's okay to eat fish
'cause they havn't any feelings
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Something in the way
Mmmmm
Something in the way, yeah
Mmmmm
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PLATOE
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Many a hand has scald the grand old face of the platoe
some belongs to stangers and some to folks you know
holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
to beutify the foothills and shake the many hands
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There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
and an illustrated book about birds
you see a lot up there but don't be scared
who needs action when you got words
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When you finish with the mop then you can stop and look at what you've done
the platoe is clean no dirt to be seen
and the work it took was fun
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Well the many hands began to scan around for the next platoe
Some said it was in Greenland and some in Mexico
I decided it was nowhere except from where they stood
But they were all just guesses wouldn't help you if they could
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LAKE OF FIRE
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Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
the go down to lake of fire and fry
won't see them again 'til the fourth of July
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I knew a Lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog and a rabbit tooth
She went to her grave just a little to soon
and she flew away howling at the yellow moon
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Now the people cry and the people moan
they look for a dry place to call their home
and try to find a place to rest their bones
while the angels and the devils
fight to claim for their own
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