(R. Pollard)
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To seek the blood from precious stones is blasphemy
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The perfect angels who monitor your intentions
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God keeps his famous children---be respectable
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Temptation creeps to you like rapists in the night
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So smoke the rockets and float the boats
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We'll man our stations like devil goats
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And hope to hell we hear the bell
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To let us now go home
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(I Wanna Be a) Dumbcharger
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| Guided By Voices |
