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You know I've made things from clay and been covered with mud
I've seen men do miracles, hands covered in blood
I've coveted much and been subjected to flood
I've been forged in fire and rejected as a dud
We need to charge up the light brigade and sack the old city
I'm too young to be a justice stuck in sudden self-pity
Everybody gets down now with sunken feelings shitty
Decisions made regretted get vetoed by committee
I've sworn off milk and tofu, I eat meat and potatoes
And I'm into anarchism, feminism and landscaping
Man I mention it's the system and our time's a wasting
Just picking up the pieces and sticking up for feces
I don't always wanna get shit on, shower and shave
And find out fast the last thing I am is brave
You killed a lot of time watching cable lately
The art of conversation interferes with cheers
You can't make me
You make anyone do what they don't wanna
When apathy is in the medium as marijuana
Each one teach one but never trust a preacher
The wolf smokes dope so reach for the reefer
Why does every channel serve up a different sermon?
I know I prefer my pulpit in the sewer with the vermin
I once went to church, now I choose the Godfather
On DVD trilogy as the source of my divinity
And pass by the Pope and look to a cope
A lot of cope with the end of the rope type thing
I bring a critical view to the pew
'Cause too much starts up as fiction like The Taming of the Shrew
And then gets misconstrued
So I snuck out of midnight mass at the risk of being rude
Because the words were nonsense, the pacing unbearable
So I don't drive on Sunday 'cause the traffic is terrible
I've got plenty of confidence, I don't need a leader
If you wonder what I worship then it's at the movie theater
Admiring the off-color humor of the Coen brothers
Loving Hitchcock, Scorsese, Kubrick and many others
My devotion is deep like Michael's disappointment in Fredo
And my mind's manipulated like Play-Doh
But not by a pastor or minister
I manipulate the fast forward as a method of confession
Addressing the sins of past years
Attempting to cleanse like an invention of Louis Pasteur's
You know I've made things from clay and been covered with mud
I've seen men do miracles, hands covered in blood
I've coveted much and been subjected to flood
I've been forged in fire and rejected as a dud
When you hear a song that's a great song ten million times, you never
Wanna hear it again. If I hear that song one more time, if I see
That guy's face one more time, I'm gonna fucking find out his address
And kill that motherfucker. I don't blame him. I've said it myself
When you're close to something, you feel you know the truth about it
And when People Magazine's writing about it, you know that they're
Not gonna have the truth. They have a very distorted view of it
And you realize that that's what the entire world sees and that's
What the entire world thinks about and you real- and they're wrong