| It took a little longer than we hoped
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| But it was worth it
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| You know, it takes a village to raise a scheme;
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| To patch the holes of a mausoleum
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| Well, we’re packing in the patronage
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| Like it’s a lotto (and everybody wins)
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| Now take a seat so the show can start
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| And will you welcome these works of art…
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| Isn’t she beautiful? |
| No?
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| Maybe another one here could entertain… Yes?
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| We swear that every minute’s worth the wait
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| Hey! |
| It’s a cry you can’t contain;
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| A release you couldn’t estimate
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| And the secret’s safe as long as you pay
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| It’s so good to be so bad
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| You can leave it when you walk away
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| And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it
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| Last call for the Sunday squaws
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| And there’s no room left for the hem and haw
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| We’ll give a gift long overdue
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| And make a sultan out of you
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| That’s right; |
| any troglodyte
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| Can have a life in the party as a socialite
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| Or if you’re looking to efface
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| You can retire without a trace…
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| Don’t you bother with doubt
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| Hey! |
| It’s a cry you can’t contain;
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| A release you couldn’t estimate
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| But the secret’s safe as long as you pay
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| It’s so good to be so bad!
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| You can leave it when you walk away
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| And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it
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| Another candidate for giving her bruises
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| Another night that she’ll dissociate
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| Another man who thinks the rules don’t apply to him
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| Long was this road I’ve wandered
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| But short did my temperance live
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| Here I’ve helped him build a temple
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| To deify this czar of sin
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| Now who to blame, but I for tying
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| These knots so well at my wrists
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| The noose would surely find me
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| If I’m too wily… but what of the life I’d live?
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| The sale of a soul that falls
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| As foolish as young Esau…
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| It’s better if I withdraw
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| Hey! |
| It’s a cry you can’t contain;
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| A release you couldn’t estimate
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| But the secret’s safe as long as you pay
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| It’s so good to be so bad!
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| You can leave it when you walk away
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| And pretend you’ve washed your hands of it |