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School bell go "Ding! Dong! Ding!" |
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The children all line up |
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They do what they are told |
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Take a little drink from the liar's cup |
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Mama don't really care |
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If what they learn is true |
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Or if it's only lies |
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Just get them through the factories |
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Into production |
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Ah, get them into line |
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Late in the afternoon |
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The children all come home |
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They mind their manners well |
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Their little lives are all laid out |
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Mama don't seem to care |
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If she may break their hearts |
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She clips their wings off, they never learn to fly |
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Poor Mama needs a source of pride |
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A doctor son she'll have |
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No what the cost to manhood or to soul |
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Sun shine down, brightly shine |
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Down on all the land |
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Shine down on the newborn lambs |
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A butcher's knife is in his hand |
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Mama, she keeps them unprepared |
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To meet the enemy |
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That's comin' unto us |
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Teach them that evil dwells across the sea |
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Lives in a mountain |
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Like they see on TV |
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Down in the heart of town |
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The Devil dresses up |
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He keeps his nails clean |
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Did you think he'd be a boogeyman? |
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Oh, Mama's stuck with sagging dreams |
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She'll sell a son or two into some slavery |
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That's lucrative and fine |
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Just teach them not to criticize |
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Say "Yes" to bosses, impress the clients |
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Ah teachers of the world teach them to fake it well |
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School bell go "Ding! Dong! Ding!" |
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The children all line up |
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They do what they are told |
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Take a little drink from the liar's cup |
