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I woke up this morning

And I realized that I repeat myself

I said I woke up this morning

And I realized that I repeat myself

I woke up this morning

They say «one and one is two»

But I have my suspicions

I believe it may well be another one of these

Crazy old religious superstitions

Would you believe that the same financial institution

Backing both sides of every war

Since before the french revolution

Still run the federal reserve

In all but just a small handful of nations?

It’s a paperclip operation

By even the most reasonable explanation

It may well be the single longest

Whitest bronco chase

In the history of the conspiracy of television

Is all I’m saying

It’s one for the money, two for the money

Three for the money, four for even more money

The seventh wonder was saying

In seventh heaven

Watching the seventh building

Falling on nine eleven

Screaming lockheed martin

Northrop grumman

Honeywell and l3 communications

These are the corporations

Selling perpetual murder and mass destruction

Under the false flag of my protection

From the shadow branch of a government

Still under the spell of it’s own addiction

To untold commercialization

Why it would seem easy to me to see

Without too much hesitation

How somebody could just

Wake up one morning

And come to the Richard Lewis

Like conclusion and or realization

That there was absolutely no hope whatsoever

Left for even the slightest portion of our entire civilization

So zippity doodah mother fuckers

And zippity aye…

My oh my what a wonderful case of the blues

I am experiencing today

Why the air in my motel has been conditioned

In just such a way

That it seems like every single note

I ask this priceless banjo of mine to play

Takes the unmistakable sounds of my depths

And my pains and my sorrow

And turns them into some kind of embarrassing

Sounding hope for a better tomorrow

And that’s not me, that’s not who I am…

You know we mistake desperate people

For the devil all the time

So there is no real way of knowing

What kind of deal it was

That I actually signed

But it was my understanding that

I would be the greatest blues guitar player

In the world by now and I am not

In fact to the contrary

I am just another working fucking schmuck

Out here standing around waiting to get shot

In yet another tragic addition to

An already sorry state of affairs

With yet another set of politicians

Taking to the top of another

Set of courthouse stairs

You know you are out of ideas when

You get down to your thoughts and your prayers

But that’s just what they are doing down here

Down here on these courthouse stairs

They’re sending out their thoughts and their prayers

They’re sending out their thoughts and their prayers

They’re sending out their thoughts and their prayers

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Sending out their thoughts and their prayers

Well I woke up this morning

And I realized that I repeat myself

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