Whoever we are
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Wherever we're from
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We shoulda noticed by now
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Our behavior is dumb
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And if our chances
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Expect to improve
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It's gonna take a lot more
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Than tryin' to remove
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The other race
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Or the other whatever
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From the face
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Of the planet altogether
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They call it THE EARTH
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Which is a dumb kinda name
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But they named it right
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'Cause we behave the same...
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We are dumb all over
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Dumb all over,
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Yes we are
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Dumb all over,
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Near'n far
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Dumb all over
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Black 'n white
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People, we is not wrapped tight
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Nurds on the left
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Nurds on the right
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Religious fanatics
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On the air every night
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Sayin' the Bible
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Tells the story
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Makes the details
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Sound real gory
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'Bout what to do
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If the geeks over there
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Don't believe in the book
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We got over here
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You can't run a race
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Without no feet
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'N pretty soon
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There won't be no street
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For dummies to jog on
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Or doggies to dog on
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Religious fanatics
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Can make it be all gone
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(I mean it won't blow up
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'N disappear
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It'll just look ugly
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For a thousand years...)
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You can't run a country
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By a book of religion
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Not by a heap
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Or a lump or a smidgeon
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Of foolish rules
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Of ancient date
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Designed to make
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You all feel great
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While you fold, spindle
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And mutilate
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Those unbelievers
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From a neighboring state
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TO ARMS! TO ARMS!
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Hooray! That's great
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Two legs ain't bad
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Unless there's a crate
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They ship the parts
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To mama in
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For souvenirs: two ears (Get down!)
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Not his, not hers (but what the hey?)
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The Good Book says:
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"It's gotta be that way!"
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But their book says:
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"REVENGE THE CRUSADES...
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With whips 'n chains
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'N hand grenades..."
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TWO ARMS? TWO ARMS?
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Have another and another
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Our Cod says:
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"There ain't no other!"
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Our Cod says
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"It's all okay!"
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Our God says "This is the way!"
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It says in the book:
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"Burn 'n destroy...
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'N repent, 'n redeem
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'N revenge, 'n deploy
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'N rumble thee forth
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To the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side
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'Cause they don't go for what's in the book
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'N that makes 'em BAD
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So verily we must choppeth them up
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And stompeth them down
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Or rent a nice French bomb
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To poof them out of existence
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While leaving their real estate just where we need it
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To use again
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For temples in which to praise OURGOD
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("Cause he can really take care of business!")
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And when his humble TV servant
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With humble white hair
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And humble glasses
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And a nice brown suit
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And maybe a blonde wife who takes phone calls
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Tells us our God says
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It's okay to do this stuff
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Then we gotta do it,
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'Cause if we don't do it,
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We ain't gwine up to hebbin!
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(Depending on which book you're using at the time...
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Can't use theirs...it don't work...it's all lies...Gotta use mine...)
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Ain't that right?
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That's what they say
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Every night...
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Everyday...
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Hey, we can't really be dumb
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If we're just following
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God's Orders
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Hey, let's get serious...
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God knows what he's doin'
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He wrote this book here
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An'the book says:
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He made us all to be just like Him,"
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so...
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If we're dumb...
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Then God is dumb...
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(An' maybe even a little ugly on the side)
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Dumb All Over
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| Frank Zappa |
