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They came marching down the street in robes
In the spirit of the Spanish inquisition
Guitars and trombones
Mechanical monkeys make good musicians
Street urchins, the smugglers and dingos
Dead languages and living man's lingos
Put the relics of a saint in a glass box
And march him around the block

Hangin' on the words of a mad man
Islands in the abyss
No use for the poet
When the hopeless seek no bliss

Mason jars of petroleum
You know those kids don't play
And should you ever get a hold of them
I'll tell you exactly what they'll say:
"Time we told you son about the family curse"
And when they open up the diary to gain an explanation
They find only terminal verse

Hangin' on the words of a mad man
Islands in the abyss
No use for the poet
When the hopeless seek no bliss

X-ray visions, eye in the sky
And the naked being led by the blind
So bottoms up now, socrates
Hemloc straight up goes down easy

Hangin' on the words of a mad man
Islands in the abyss
No use for the poet
When the hopeless seek no bliss

X-ray visions, eye in the sky
The naked being led by the blind
So bottoms up now, socrates
Hemlock tastes like ripple wine

X-ray visions, eye in the sky
The naked being led by the blind
So bottoms up now, socrates
Hemloc straight up goes down easy

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