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There's dead canary in the coal mine
And a lamb's head growing from a grape vine
There's an old man laughing in the back yard
catching crooks and crickets in a bell jar
I've bee waiting for my woman to relieve me
But she's outside climbing on the oak tree
There's a dead canary in the coal mine
And a lamb's head growing from a grape vine
Growing from a grape vine
It's getting biblical now
Better pick your weapons up
and throw your mercy down
It's' getting mythical now
Better pick your weapons up
and throw your mercy
throw your mercy down
There's a mad man tapping at the window
with a pocket full of innuendo
there's a joker pokin at the doorbell
and a sparrow drowning in the ink well
I've been waiting for my lover to relieve me
But she's outside swinging from the oak tree
Swinging from the oak tree
It's getting biblical now
Better pick your weapons up
and throw your mercy down
It's' getting mythical now
Better pick your weapons up
and throw your mercy
throw your mercy down
There's a tyrant on the throne
and a clown on every screen
compelling us to stay at home
in this low grade fever dream
But we're gathering our strength
We're becoming less afraid
there is hope for us
in this unholy mess we've made
It's getting biblical now
Better pick your weapons up
and throw your mercy down
It's' getting mythical now
Better pick your weapons up
and throw your mercy
throw your mercy down
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