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Written by bob welch. |
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We're livin a madhouse, you know |
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Digital religions' runnin' the whole show |
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See that guy over there |
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Rolling his eyes & tearing his hair |
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He controls deploymentof a thousand phantom jets |
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Slouching towards bethlehem |
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Up to his tricks |
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Dealing with a real b666 |
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Were livin'in a madhouse, you know |
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Nothing works & the jerks are runnin' the whole show |
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See that guy over |
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Conversing with the empty air |
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Well he wrote all the programs on a million tape machines |
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Slouching towards bethlehem |
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Up to his tricks |
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Dealing with a real b666 |
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Well you've seen him before, in the past |
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He was there at first, he'll be there at last |
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But i just couldn't help tryin' to warn ya |
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Cause he's slouching towards bethlehem to be born |
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You're just one of his million programming tricks |
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Dealing with a real b666 |