You're No Exception
Hey, send in the clowns
Looks like they're already here
Torches light up the town screaming tyranny and I need to cut my hair
And love is a flower trampled under all your dime store jackboots
And I wonder by the hour how did this
Self-righteous anger take root anyhow, spurious sacred cow
Mama don't raise no losers
But somehow now, you're everybody's fool
Collective will, will roll this bolder up that hill
You're no exception to this rule
Hey, the camera caught you screaming
It's the only game in town
What colour do you dream in, a few subtle shades of brown
But every hill that you'll die on is the slightest change in elevation
Instinct you rely on by a gaslit state-run tv station coup d'etat
Open carry baseball bat
Mama don't raise no losers
But somehow now, you're everybody's fool
Collective will, will roll this bolder up that hill
You're no exception to this rule
Walks in everyday life now. Evangelic a-la-carte
The preacher's taken a wife now and inveigled her body, mind and
Mama don't raise no losers
But somehow now, you're everybody's fool
Collective will, will roll this bolder up that hill
You're no exception to this rule
Looks like they're already here
Torches light up the town screaming tyranny and I need to cut my hair
And love is a flower trampled under all your dime store jackboots
And I wonder by the hour how did this
Self-righteous anger take root anyhow, spurious sacred cow
Mama don't raise no losers
But somehow now, you're everybody's fool
Collective will, will roll this bolder up that hill
You're no exception to this rule
Hey, the camera caught you screaming
It's the only game in town
What colour do you dream in, a few subtle shades of brown
But every hill that you'll die on is the slightest change in elevation
Instinct you rely on by a gaslit state-run tv station coup d'etat
Open carry baseball bat
Mama don't raise no losers
But somehow now, you're everybody's fool
Collective will, will roll this bolder up that hill
You're no exception to this rule
Walks in everyday life now. Evangelic a-la-carte
The preacher's taken a wife now and inveigled her body, mind and
Mama don't raise no losers
But somehow now, you're everybody's fool
Collective will, will roll this bolder up that hill
You're no exception to this rule
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