Man at your door, knocking
Open right up, let him in
Just listen to his promising
He'll teach you to believe again
But outside your door
There is a war
Raise your tattered flag
Soon your son they'll have
Children look on mild and meek
On bended knee hear him speak
"If you want to keep your skin
It's best to be a sheep, blend in"
I'll wait for you, old age
But come soon
I hear that siren song
Now it won't be long
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"If you want to keep your skin
It's best to be a sheep, blend in"
I'll wait for you, old age
But come soon
I hear that siren song
Now it won't be long