You were so poised
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like some matador raising his steel
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it's the same old useless ceremony
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and a last bow before the kill
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Every junkie in this laundromat
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is equal in the eyes of your lord
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but you just put your hand to your hip
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you're gonna give them a taste
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a taste of your sword
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I get so restless
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I get so restless
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I get so restless
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restless sir
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In what you hoped looked so dignified
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you played your exit for a laugh
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and like they've done so many times before
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they made excuses on your behalf
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and every street Jesus and suicide,
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is just another voice that goes unheard
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every candle in the cathedral
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a prayer for a better world
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I get so restless
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I get so restless
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I get so restless
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restless sir
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You were so poised
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like some matador raising his steel
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it's the same old useless ceremony
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and a last bow before the kill
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and in the not too distant future
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you'll have the preacher and soldier
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floating round in space
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the soldier's finger on the trigger
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the preacher's joined in a state of grace
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I get so restless
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I get so restless
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I get so restless
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Restless
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| Blue Rodeo |