I'm marching to Zion
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A camera in my hand
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I hear people cryin'
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Dyin' for this blood-stained land
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The streets of old Jerusalem
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Are lined with souvenirs and those buying them
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It sounds cold, but I cannot see
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How this theme park has shaped history
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[CHORUS:]
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Cause virgins don't have babies and water, it isn't wine
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And there's a holy spirit maybe
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But she would never rent a room with walls built by mankind
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Mary and Mohammed are screaming through the clouds
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For you to lay your goddamned arms down
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Rip your bigot roots up from the earth and salt the goddamned ground
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Stand in line patiently
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To supercharge your rosary
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Or stuff your prayers inside this wall
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We once had God trapped in this great hall
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But we've been cast out from this place
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They say a prophet floated from here to outer space
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Am I crazy? Maybe it's me
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But this all sounds like mythology
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[CHORUS]
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Zeus was afraid of his girlfriend
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So he swallowed her in bed
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He bore forth Athena
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When they cracked open his head
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Her brother tried to rape her
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Athena got away
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And when his seed hit the ground
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The grass gave birth that day
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Now we all freely admit
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This story's clearly bullshit
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No one would lay down their life
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Or start a war for it
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So throw your stones and pray
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You'll be rewarded someday
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I hope it all goes your way
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But something tells me
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NO ONE'S COMING TO SAVE YOU
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NO ONE'S COMING TO SAVE YOU
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NO ONE'S COMING TO SAVE YOU
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Save yourselves
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From turning earth into hell
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NO ONE'S COMING TO SAVE YOU
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NO ONE'S COMING TO SAVE YOU
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NO ONE'S COMING TO SAVE YOU
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NO ONE'S COMING TO SAVE YOU
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Mary and Mohammed are screaming through the clouds
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For you to lay your goddamned arms down
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Rip your bigot roots up from the earth and salt the goddamned ground
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Goddamned
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| Jay Brannan |
