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Correct Bottoms Up, Socrates Lyrics
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Verse They came marchin down the street in robes, In the spirit of Spanish Inquisition. Guitars and trombones, Mechanical monkeys make good musicians. Streets urchins, the smugglers and dingos, Dead languages and living man lingos. Put the relics of the saint in a glass box and march him around the block. Pre-Chorus Hangin on the words of a madman, Islands in the abyss, No use for the poet, When the hopeless seek no bliss. Verse 2 Mason jars of petroleum, You know those kids don't play, And should you ever get ahold of them, I'll tell you exactly what they say: "Time we told you son about the family curse" And when they opened up the diary To gain an explanation, They find only terminal verse. Pre-Chorus Hangin on the words of a madman, Islands in the abyss, No use for the poet, When the hopeless seek no bliss. Chorus X-ray visions, Eye in the sky, The naked being led by the blind So Bottoms up, Socrates. Hemloc straight up Goes down easy Pre-Chorus Hangin on the words of a madman, Islands in the abyss, No use for the poet, When the hopeless seek no bliss. Altered chorus X-ray visions, Eye in the sky, The naked being led by the blind So Bottoms up, Socrates. Hemlock tastes like ripple wine Chorus X-ray visions, Eye in the sky, The naked being led by the blind So Bottoms up, Socrates. Hemlock straight up Goes down easy
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