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What do you say to the child
Whose god is in the T.V.?
And what do you say to the man
Who blames the world on T.V.?
They don't even know how to sing my song
But they won't even try it
With me, with me, with me
Who is standing over playing like
The teacher
Harnessing the learned
Who try but can't leave her
I want to beg the liars to lay down
Their sirens
That play like the angels
To my deep desire
Free my son
Let him walk right through the rain
Free my son
Make him waterboy