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Let's hear it for circuits, lines drawn in the earth
Cut to scramble for an ample little mouse-hole to park your new car
And chew off our arms
With teeth, we are losing from slow, comfy screwings
Three cheers for the backseats, your legs pinned that look in your eye
You'll never take me alive

This is what you are
You are what you are

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Let's hear it for mirrors with the ghost image clearer
"Hip hip" for the pig that religiously belts you undone
This little piggy had none
'Cause God hates our country
She told me She wants me to sing out, "He's female!"
Three cheers for the gal in the sky
You'll never take me alive

This is what you are
You are what you are
This is what you are

Do you know what it means to be doomed?
Do you know what it means to be cursed?
When the blue eyes are washing their mouths in the South
You know they're hiding bodies north
Did you know that we're sinking knee-deep?
Did you nail down what you plan to keep?
When the poltergeist pushes his freight on your shore
You are done for, done for, done for

The caskets are coughing with quotable quoting
The graveyard is littered with lumps who thought there was no doubt
The world could not live without

This is what you are
You are what you
This is what you are

And if I live through the day when the comet does come
I will right every wrong down on my list, one by one
Sharpen the axe, stomp the flames out on backs
I will be who you want me to be
I will be who you want me to be

Do you know what it means to be doomed?
Do you know what it means to be cursed?
When the blue eyes are washing their mouths in the South
You know they're hiding bodies north
Did you know that your boot hills are stuck?
Losing feet weren't the rabbit's good luck
When the Devil is resting his head on your door
You are done for, done for, done for
You are done for, done for, done for

Did you know that you nurse a beehive?
Come and get it, come take me alive
All the noses are aiming at grisly frontiers
We will show this cruel world
We will show this cruel world we were here

Writer(s): John Ashley Congleton

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