Here comes the minister,
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His three-piece seems sinister,
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And I'm just a visitor,
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But I still know when I see a prisoner,
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I thought we all knew a tree and its fruit,
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Are only just as good as the soil nourishing that root,
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And here comes the senator,
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And his high-class, bitch-ass lobbyist eventsters,
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I'm just a messenger,
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Oh, but I still know when I see a prisoner, yeah,
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I thought we all knew a tree and its fruit,
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Are only just as good as the soil nourishing that root,
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I thought it was obvious when you worship the fond,
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The root of your evil is what your heart becomes,
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The fruit that you bear may be beautiful to some,
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But it's poison, it's poison, it's poison,
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It's poison,
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Here comes the singer and his self-righteous demeanor,
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But look at these clothes--it shows,
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Everybody knows I am just a prisoner,
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I thought we all knew a tree and its fruit,
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Are only just as good as the soil nourishing that root,
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I thought it was obvious when you worship the fond,
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The root of your evil is what your heart becomes,
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The fruit that you bear may be beautiful to some,
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But it's poison, it's poison, it's poison,
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It's poison.
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Poison
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Allen Stone |