Heads up now they¡¯re coming for you
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Slip to the basement, my how you¡¯ve grown!
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Are you ready and willing? Are you are you¡¦ Cain and able?
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I¡¯m 26 and time is running out
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Any day now I may find my faith to axe that door
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Cause you¡¯ve gone and done it motherfucker
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They¡¯re coming, they¡¯re coming, they¡¯re coming to get you
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Steering wheel in you lily-white hand
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Choke back the tear dear, aren¡¯t you a big girl now?
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Throw you parties, throw you parades, throw you grenades
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While you blow me kisses with you bible belt hands
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I¡¯ll turn this car around and take us home you¡¯ll be sorry
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Don¡¯t make me come down there little brother
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So where¡¯s your love song now?
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Your cookie has crumbled, you sang very soulful thumbs down
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So where¡¯s your four part Bach chorales?
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Your melody¡¯s dying it¡¯s bankrupt and lying down
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Heaven for climate, hell is for conversation
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Ready Willing Cain And Able
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| The Paper Chase |
