I went on down for a walk in the woods, and then I had to see to my dismay.
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I met a ripper, a mysteries ripper, something I'd have given away.
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I had to admit that I new it was somewhere, in the back of my twisted mind.
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It seems the child who sprang up before me, never gonna be his kind.
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Hey there Mr. preacher, hey there Mr. Smith,
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If you recognise my friend, you'd better get a load of this.
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Good man, gonna give you what you need.
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Good man, gonna play the demon seed.
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Don't wanna stray, I'm never wanna leave the path.
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I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last.
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The sweet continued on with a journey
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And my revelations came in a tale or two.
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Every word that my friend would say, I see them, though I saw right through.
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The Puritans, and the purifying,
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Raping women all through the streets.
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They offer bail on my friend's occasion, every other day of the week.
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Hey there Mr. preacher, hey there Mr. Smith.
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If you recognise my friend, you'd better get a load of this.
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Good man, gonna give you what you need.
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Good man, gonna play the demon seed.
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Don't gonna stray, I'm never gonna leave the path.
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I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last.
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Oh I do, oh take to the bridge.
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Oh put the lessons learned and soon forgotten.
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Hardships coming to secret vales.
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They wanna keep me hung on the crosses
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They'll have to find some bigger nails.
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I walk the streets like a doubting Thomas.
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I swear at saints when they pass me by.
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Nothing's pure when everything's tainted.
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Where am I gonna go when I die.
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Hey there Mr. preacher, hey there Mr. Smith.
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If you recognise my friend, you'd better get a load of this.
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Good man, gonna give you what you need.
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Good man, gonna play the demon seed.
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I don't wanna stray, I'm never gonna leave the path.
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I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last.
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Yeah I do, Yeah I surly do.
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Goodman Rag
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The Tea Party |