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Happy New Year, everybody |
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There's an overweight man with an overweight woman |
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On a sofa watching TV |
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He's yelling his opinion at the television |
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She looks up from her food and agrees |
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They got two bumper stickers on there pick up truck |
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They keep the pick up parked outside |
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One sticker says, "What would Jesus do?" |
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The other bumper sticker says, "Power of pride" |
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I was thumbing through the stations on my own television |
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When I come across a guy on this religious station |
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Singing, "Somebody's coming" |
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He's sounding whiter than me somehow |
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Wow, it took me back in time through dwindling joy |
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To when I was such a guilt ridden Catholic boy |
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I'm evangelical agnostic now |
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I don't know what we're doing here |
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You don't know what we're doing here |
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Now Christians don't walk out on me just yet |
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You know whose name I'll be yelling as I'm clutching my chest |
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The one my dad told me to and his told him to |
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And I probably pray as much or more than you do |
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Believing shit, every word I sing |
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But believing and knowing, those are two different things |
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And if your trying to change the way a strangers life will have to go |
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I believe this is where I wanna stick to what I know |
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Which is nothing you know, nothing for sure |
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So just chill till the next episode |
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Now back to the lecture at hand |
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Seems like my neighbor wants to kill what he can't understand |
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I say we can't just kill what we don't understand |
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But I turn on my TV and see that, oh, yeah, we can |
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We can and we have since then dawn of man |
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For countless gods whose only real seeming plan |
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Was to see to it that clinging to life was our fate |
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And you gotta admit that life's pretty great |
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But can we deny that it's killing us? |
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I'll be here all week |
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Happy New Year, everybody |
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Happy Birthday country joe |
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I resolve to do like I always do |
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I ain't hurtin' you |
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If life is anything it's embarrassing |
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A rusty nail through, a careless shoe |
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You can't help but sit around and wonder sometimes |
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Why there's never anything the nail can do |
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Or think about how unfair it is |
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That the shoe is always going where it's got to |
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If you ain't the dumb kid out running around |
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You kinda gotta do what you're born to do |
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Hey, happy new year, everybody |
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And specifically Happy Birthday to you country joe |
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I resolve to do what I always do |
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And I only ever make it a day or two |
