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Braunstein
When the sky is sinking low And you don't know the way to go To reach your home When your eyes decrease in size And you can't see a way to be Alive alone When the sun has come undone And there is no one to make fun Of anything When the moon is in it's fullest lunacy Remember me--remember too The prayer I sing
Can you not see? Fall on your knees Pray to Braunstein He'll make you clean Fall on your knees Pray to Braunstein
When moneyed monkeys make The major bankers quake and shake In spasmelodic glee When gnarled gnomes are seen to Freely roam the bent and broken homes Of you and me When weeping widows keep their windows Closed and no one knows if they're Alive or dead When scarlet children barter shiny Cylinders of silver for the Dead man's head
Can you not see? Fall on your knees Pray to Braunstein He'll make you clean Fall on your knees Pray to Braunstein
Now you're thinking that your life Is total frustration You've got too little time Too much information And you watch and you wait for A new revolution What can you do to penetrate The illusion?
Throw up your arms and dance! Surrender to ecstasy There may be no second chance You're all alone with your fear Don't waste your breath to scream No one but you can hear There's only so much we can share Each to his own design Each has his cross to bear You'll learn eventually Whatever will be will be Whatever will be will be will be will be...
Can you not see? Fall on your knees Pray to Braunstein He'll make you clean Fall on your knees Pray to Braunstein |
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