| Your mouth is your religion
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| You put your faith in a hole like that?
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| You put your trust and your belief
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| Above your jaw, and no relief have I found
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| I heard your story when you come home
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| You said you went to see your sister last night
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| Well, you might lose a bunch of teeth and find a funeral wreath
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| While you’ll be laying in the ground all alone
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| So tell me where are you coming from with all them lies
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| As you stumble in at the breakin’ of the day
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| “Where are you coming from?” my shotgun say
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| Because it just might wanna blow you away
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| ‘Cause it just might wanna blow you away
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| An evil woman can make you cry
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| If you believe her every time she lies
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| Well, you can be a big fool if she makes you lose your cool
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| And so I’ve got me some advice you should try
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| Just let her talk a little
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| Oh, just let her talk a little more
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| Just… Just let her talk a little more
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| And when she runs out of words just say the same thing that I told you before
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| Now tell me where are you coming from with all them lies
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| As you stumble in at the breakin’ of the day
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| “Where are you coming from?” my shotgun say
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| Because it just might wanna blow you away
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| ‘Cause it just might wanna blow you away
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| ‘Cause it just might wanna blow you away
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| ‘Cause it just might wanna blow you away
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| ‘Cause it just might wanna blow you away
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| ‘Cause it just might wanna blow you away
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| If a froggy come up
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| With a satchel in his hand
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| Then he reach in the front
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| And dump a mile of sand
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| Across the rug, along the hall
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| Up to the umbrella stand
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| That you’ve been watchin’ all the time
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| Watchin’ all the time
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| And if a forest grows up
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| From the dirt on the floor
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| That the frog with the satchel
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| Had just dumped beside the door
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| You’re just starting to get worried
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| You ain’t going out no more
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| And it’s confusin’ to your mind
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| Just consider this:
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| You can be scared when it gets too real
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| You can be scared when it gets too real
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| But you should be diggin’ it while it’s happening
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| Yes! You should be diggin’ it while it’s happening!
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| ‘Cause it just might be a one-shot deal
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| [Instrumental]
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| You can be lost
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| And you can wanna be found
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| But keep an eye on that frog
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| Whenever he jump around
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| Just keep a-watchin’ him
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| You oughta be watchin’ him
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| Just keep a-watchin’ him
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| You wanna be askin’ him
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| And see if he’s brought along a little bag for you, rant!
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 Art by Cal Schenkel.jpg "(Front) Art by Cal Schenkel")
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