Antichrist Television Blues

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I don't wanna work in a building downtown No I don't wanna work in a building downtown I don't know what I'm gonna do Cause the planes keep crashing always two by two I don't wanna work in a building downtown No I don't wanna see when the planes hit the ground I don't wanna work in a building downtown I don't wanna work in a building downtown Parking their cars in the underground Their voices when they scream, well they make no sound I wanna see the cities rust And the troublemakers riding on the back of the bus Dear God, I'm a good Christian man In your glory, I know you understand That you gotta work hard and you gotta get paid My girl's 13 but she don't act her age She can sing like a bird in a cage O Lord, if you could see her when she's up on that stage! You know that I'm a God-fearing man You know that I'm a God-fearing man But I just gotta know if it's part of your plan To seat my daughters there by your right hand I know that you'll do what's right, Lord For they are the lanterns and you are the light Now I'm overcome By the light of day My lips are near but my heart is far away Tell me what to say I'll be your mouthpiece! Into the light of a bridge that burns As I drive from the city with the money that I earned Into the black of a starless sky I'm staring into nothing and I'm asking you why Lord, will you make her a star So the world can see who you really are? Little girl, you're old enough to understand That you'll always be a stranger in a strange, strange land The men are gonna come when you're fast asleep So you better just stay close and hold onto me If my little mocking bird don't sing Then daddy won't buy her no diamond ring Dear God, would you send me a child? Oh! God, would you send me a child Cause I wanna put it up on the TV screen So the world can see what your true word means Lord, would you send me a sign Cause I just gotta know if I'm wasting my time! Now I'm overcome By the light of day My lips are near but my heart is far away Now the war is won How come nothing tastes good? You're such a sensitive child! Oh! You're such a sensitive child! I know you're tired but it's alright I just need you to sing for me tonight You're gonna have your day in the sun You know God loves the sensitive ones Oh! My little bird in a cage! Oh! My little bird in a cage! I need you to get up for me, up on that stage And show the men that you're old for your age Now ain't the time for fear But if you don't take it, it'll disappear! Oh! My little mocking bird sing! Oh! My little mocking bird sing! I need you to get up on that stage for me, honey And show the men it's not about the money Wanna hold a mirror up to the world So that they can see themselves inside my little girl! Do you know where I was at your age? Any idea where I was at your age? I was working downtown for the minimum wage And I'm not gonna let you just throw it all away! I'm through being cute, I'm through being nice O tell me, Lord, am I the Antichrist?!

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