I never intended to be kind of sane I cannot remember their glass or their pain I never expected to come here and stay And be waiting with you for the judgment day If I beat the odds you change the dice If I forget you memorize You're one of the special and you don't have to pay Your dividends are coming on the judgment day
Hey some people got a lot to answer for But you keep on going
Poor matilda hoarding her stash Shivered on top of a bed stuffed with cash I told her she should think about giving it away Her option comes up on the judgment day Who knows who's going, who knows who's left Who knows why we keep on wasting our breath Where was the shepherd when the flock went astray He'd seen the forecast for the judgment day
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