Through tunnel vision watch him rant and rave
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He says there's life beyond the grave
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He lost his slice of the eternal cake
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Well, God's in His Heaven and He's on the take
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That's nice (that's nice) that's neat (that's neat)
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It's bitter and it's sweet, is it trick and treat
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You're talkin' fast but you're preaching feast - now
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Bits and pieces I remember slightly, it was a long time ago
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We'd have our hot and holy conversations
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And solve the problems of the drunken world
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Now a clerical collar chokes at your convictions
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You strangle slowly for the old addiction
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It's Heaven's army and you're so professional
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But listen closely to this closed confessional
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That's nice (that's nice), it's neat (it's neat)
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It's bitter and sweet, is it trick and treat
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You're talkin' fast but you're preaching feast now
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We'd take a recipe for religion
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And bring it to the theological kitchen
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Mix it up to make our own concoction
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Believed in God but you'd shake a fist at him
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And Ray, does it seem holy, hey Ray-ay, does it seem hard
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And Ray-ay, it isn't that easy - now-ow
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Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh
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Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh
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You said you spoke to God and asked a question
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You were wonderin' what's the use of it all
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He said everybody does what they want to
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Provided that it's true, that's all
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He said, hey Big G you said there's my problem
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I'm not so sure 'bout what's true
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He said I'll let you in on my big secret, Ray
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The final truth is - there is no truth, and
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Na-na-na-na, bop shoo wop shoo wop
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Na-na-na-na, Oh-hey-yeah
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Na-na-na-na, bop shoo wop shoo wop-ac
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Nice 'N' Neat
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| Boomtown Rats |
