From the east side of Chicago
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To the down side of L.A.
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There's no place that he goes
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We don't bow down to him and pray
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Yeah we follow him to the slaughter
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We go through the fire and ash
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Cause he's the doll inside our dollars
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Our Lord and Savior Jesus Cash
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Chorus:
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AH WE BLOW HIM UP
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INFLATED
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AND WE LET HIM DOWN
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DEPRESSED
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WE PLAY WITH HIM
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FOREVER
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HE'S OUR DOLL
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AND WE LOVE HIM BEST
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From the stress of New York City
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To the death cults of D.C.
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There's nothing quite so pretty
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As what he offers to you and me
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So we kneel down at the altar
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Of the Church of the Bought and Sold
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And pray the doll he does not falter
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And makes us rich before we get old
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Chorus repeats
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From the side streets of New Orleans
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To the dead beats by the bay
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The chat rooms are all a?uzzin
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With our wishes for the day
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And the money changers come howlin
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Through the temple of our needs
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While the doll is out there prowlin
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And holds the notes on all our dreams
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chorus repeats
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Doll
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Terry Allen |