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When the first of the flames
Tickled Joan of Arc's feet,
Did she remember all of her victories,
Or know only defeat?
Hey, Joan, was it worth it?
Your sizzling tears?
To have the sweet, secret voices of angels
Still ringing in your ears?
Heard that The King
Died on the throne.
The patron saint of the lonely heart has left the building
He left all alone.
Bet they gave you a jumpsuit
All covered with flare
Made by the Madonna
To dress up for your mama
A-waitin' for you there.
And she sang to him, Na na na na na.
The night before Jesus
Died on the "t,"
He opened his arms to the cold night sky,
Said, "Come on, Pops, don't do this to me."
Did you think he would bend?
Had to know he won't break.
Did the man in the sky
Help you understand why,
Or was he just the only one awake?
What do I do with my heroes all gone?
Ain't got no choice but to be my own.
I'm not very good at it so far.
Could be worse, they could set me on fire.
I just try not to fuck up too bad.
Yeah, I try not to fuck up too bad.
Lord, don't let me fuck up too bad
As I try not to fuck up too bad.
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Ashes to Ashes
03:59
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Some dumb Indian sold Manhattan for
Seven bucks and a bottle of booze
Went out drinking and came home sober and
Told his friends the good news
Bernadette saw the Virgin Mary but
No one else could and everyone tried
All her friends said that she'd gone crazy, she
Joined a convent and died
I'm the Indian, I am Bernadette
I'm the sucker who doesn't know it yet
I just signed it, I never reviewed
All the fine print you wrote out
Now I guess I'm screwed
Indiana Jones liked to travel, he
Took his friend on a treasure hunt trip
Did a favor, threw him the idol but
Never got back his whip
Boba Fett was a bounty hunter, he
Did his job well, he brought back his man
He was clutching his unspent money when he
Fell down a hole in the sand
I am Dr. Jones, I am Boba Fett
I'm the sucker who doesn't know it yet
I just signed it, I never reviewed
All the fine print you wrote out
Now I guess I'm screwed
It's bad news for me again
It never ends
I got no prize inside my Happy Meal
I got lots of money
I got lots of friends
Just like Meatloaf got a record deal
Alexander Graham Bell made telephones
His friend Watson was out all the time
Called him up just to chat, nobody home
Never got back his dime
Once upon a time France was beautiful
Had a queen who gave everyone cake
Then the people got mad and killed her dead
Took back all they could take
I am Graham Bell, Marie Antoinette
I'm the sucker who doesn't know it yet
I just signed it, I never reviewed
All the fine print you wrote out
Now I guess I'm screwed
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The Great Beyond
01:38
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The Other Side
01:38
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Sprocket is a composer and producer from New York.
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