We arrived at the sullen gates of heathens penniless
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And we revised our laundry list of reasons to feel distressed
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We don't know what we're doing here but Heaven seemed all to exclusive for my interests
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I've never been any good at following those rules, they taught in Sunday school
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They keep you locked up till the time is right
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they keep your mind and body occupied
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Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith
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Maybe I'd fair better as a saint
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I am pleased to accept your application for my review
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And I'll arrange for a proper orientation if you have a clue as to what it is we're doing here
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I don't expect you to show up qualified and fearless
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Blow a kiss or throw a fist, whats it gonna be?
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Cause now is your chance to leave
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They keep you locked up till the time is right
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they keep your mind and body occupied
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Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith
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Maybe I'd fair better as a saint
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And on that day, they'll hang the mason, who laid the stones for the wells we wish in
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And on that day, they'll give a sermon
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My ears do their best to listen
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Hang The Mason
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From Autumn To Ashes |