Suck my breast, I'm the word made flesh
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Ain't no rest for the word made flesh
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My lips are moving but I hear no sound
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It's that same old noise, it's in sensurround
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Tune yourself up and count yourself down
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Word made flesh, word made flesh
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Lord help me rise to this occasion
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Word made, word made flesh
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I've been toiling so hard in the vineyard
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Pay your debts to the word made flesh
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East meets west in the word made flesh
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I see you talking, but I still can't hear
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Like a box of glass blocking off my ears
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Turn off the charm and prey on your fears
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Brainless pests for the word made flesh
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Wall Street desks curse the word made flesh
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Word Made Flesh
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Todd Rundgren |