Fine

George Washington and
 All his slaves, they were
 Hangin' outside, down by
 Tom Sawyer's cave, when
 Henry exclaimed, "George, sometimes
 You can be kind of a dick!"
 And George put down his pipe
 And he picked up his whip, he said:
 "Fine, fine, fine
 It's fine, you've got me this time
 I am yours, but
 You'll always be mine
 Together, 'til the end of time"
 I was born rich
 Three-quarters protestant
 Connections at Harvard, and a
 Wonderful work ethic, but
 When you walk on by
 On the cobblestones
 With your high-heeled shoes
 And your face in your phone
 And your glass of wine
 And your beautiful friends
 I just hope and pray
 That the world will end
 Oh, if God was a douchebag
 On the thirty-third floor
 Smokin' fake cigarettes
 In a bathroom with a transparent door
 Could I fall on my knees?
 Could I say "Hallelu-"?
 Would he smile at me?
 Could I turn to him and say:
 "Fine, fine, fine
 It's fine, you've got me this time
 I am yours, but
 You'll always be mine
 Together, 'til the end of time"
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 George Washington and
 All his friends, they were
 Dyin' in the snow, they were
 Prayin' for the end
 When George, he turned to camera three
 He was lookin' right at me
 Said, "We're not dyin' for your love, son
 We're dyin' to be free
 And I know that freedom falters
 When it's built with human hands
 But here's the sword my friends have given me
 And I've got no other plans"
 I said, "George, I am sorry
 I have treated you
 Unlike my mother taught me
 And in this distance
 Where I live like a pharaoh, I can
 Claim that my life is on
 The straight and narrow
 But I am grateful
 That my great-great-great-great-grandfather
 Fought in the fields
 And escaped from the slaughter
 And I am grateful
 That my great-great-great-grandmother
 Worked her own fields
 And left them
 To her daughters
 And when my grandfather
 Went out in the clubs, he was
 Greeted with kindness, he was
 Greeted with love, with his
 Beautiful family, he could go
 Wherever he pleased, find a
 Pillow for his head, wipe the
 Dust off his feet. If you
 Write it all down, and you read real careful
 I can tell that my life's more
 Zantzinger that Carroll
 When I was born
 I was wrapped in a sheet, I was
 Laid in a crib, and the
 First time that I went to sleep, from the
 Walls of the room, in that hospital so white, came the
 Ghosts of my family, they were
 Great forms of light
 And some of them are bloody
 And some of them are clean, and they
 Lay their hands on my head, and they
 Started to sing, they sang:
 "Fine, fine, fine
 It's fine, you've got me this time
 I am yours, but
 You'll always be mine
 Together, 'til the end of time"