A palace of crystal on a postament of slime
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Rule of refinement, rats in the cellar
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Restless and climbing as slime and mud come
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Flooding
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Grace greased by ingratitude and greed
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By a despicable debris of delinquence and
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Debauchery
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The palace is of crystal, but the postament is
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Slime
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House man built
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House man built
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This house was built, God is dead
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Dead is gone, God is gone
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No body's found, unstable ground
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But the house was built
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Throw out the ballast and the vessel will be
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Faster
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The called are over-crowding the market,
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Let the chooser be the market,
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And the loosers - we'll wall out all the loosers
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And those among us who turned foul, they're growing more
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For every hour
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The rich are getting richer, the poor begin to steal
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As multiplied police force feels more righteous than wealth
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Program
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Gaps widening 'till it bursts asunder
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Threw out the ballast and the vessel went under
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House man built
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House man built
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This house was built, God is dead
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Dead is gone, God is gone
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No body's found, unstable ground
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But the house was built
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The scene is set for a grand new war
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This war is final - no new markets to explore
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This war will transport us through door
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When all is fire, God will set the score
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House man built
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House man built
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The House That Man Built
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