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The seal on the sky is broken, and the spokesman spoke, you say
And the politician's lost his riches honest folks had paid
And all the seats are empty, where's Timmy anyways?
The magician lost his tricks and all the comics gone insane
When you'd lost it all, all you'd had to lose
Well, all you'd lost at all was your bad tattoos
From the Dollar Tree to the pharmacy, all the stock hands clockin' out
The prison's over sin as there's no witnesses about
The rain, it hit the pavement and glue had lost its stick
Pastor Jeremy is in a bus seat, sat next to Reverend Red
And when you'd lost it all, all you'd had to lose
Well, all you'd lost at all was your bad tattoos
He trades the seats with popcorn, warns the train's the last one
The games we play are not for fun, but just to pass the time
The children spill their syrup, lookin' up and all around
At the walk-in, talking cats and dogs had shiners and the clam
And when you'd lost it all, all you'd had to lose
Well, all you'd lost at all was your bad tattoos