| Increase Mather told her dad, yeah
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| «I roundly disagree with you
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| You’re vocal style’s to preachy
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| All the yokels mock your teaching.»
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| But Cotton, he was just so oblivious
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| To all their cutting pleas
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| Soon the townfolk took to it,
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| In every pew they looked to him
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| For guidance just like eyeless lambs
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| Awaiting that ol' kabob stand
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| The skeptics formed
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| The nation’s born
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| They want to have it, Cotton’s dream
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| But Increase had them mounted
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| And they burned on open fires
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| So the word spread just like small pox
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| In the Sudan
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| The gentry cried:
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| «Give it a day!"x6
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| Years and years have passed
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| Since the puritans invaded our soul
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| Just like those arab terrorists
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| You’ll never know
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| But today the gods can’t make us quake,
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| We see our lives as situations
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| Eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth,
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| Well mine are rotten underneath
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| I got two ways we can separate from the clan
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| If I could fly… I…could…fry
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| I hope you profited from this bulletin
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| And it stabilized your land
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| You’re drenched, you’re fired,
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| (You gentrified?)
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| Your Alzheim clan, but
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| Your father is another one of them
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| I don’t wanna mention him again, cause
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| I talked to him last night,
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| He hates my guts
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| We had a fight
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| And he called you a slut girl,
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| Why’s that?
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| What did you do to him to make him think??? |