Oh, I'll send you a telegram
Oh, I have some information for you
Oh, I'll send you a telegram
Send it deep in the heart of you
Deep in the heart of your brain is a lever
Oh, deep in the heart of your brain is a switch
Oh, deep in the heart of your flesh you are clever
Oh, honey, you're a million match
Deep in the heart of
Deep in the heart of
A little lever can send it out
A bit of famine marks the stress
Oh, I learned the people of the hills
Oh, people of Ethiopia
Your whole being is the air that you breathe
Oh, no one's gonna push us around
Here's the perfect thing for you, sister
Clean, clean it out
It might squeeze yourself at ease
These animals fix social diseases
You must release yourself from God
Pickin' in the field where there are tigers
You must, oh, reaper, reap from the rats
You must turn around
Turn around
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When I see Brancusi
His eyes searching out the infinite abstract spaces
In the rude hands of sculptor
Now gripped around the neck of
Rude hands of sculptor
Now gripped around the neck of a Dou-Sonic
I swear on your eyes, no pretty words will sway me
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Ah, look at me
Ah, look at the world around you
Jesus, I hate to laugh, but I can not believe
Yeah, so much everything merges then touch it
With a little soul, anything is possible
With a little soul, anything is possible
Ah, I never knew how can it be
That I feel so fucked up
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I am in no condition to do what I must do
I am in no, no, no, no condition to do what I must do
The first dog on the street can tell you that
As for you, you do as you must
But as for me, I trust
Oh, that you will book me on the first freighter
Passage on the first freighter
So I can get the hell out of here
And go back home back to Abyssinia