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Woke up early this morning To find out I wasn’t woke at all So I drove to work in my big black hearse And parked my privilege down the hall It’s a ribald intervention And Samson killed the lion They asked me for my pronoun I sang me, myself and I Double Dreaming There’s no atheists in foxholes He said as he shook my hand And then his chest exploded, and his arms blew off and his head rolled across the sand I found a sickly donkey And I rode right into town I confessed my sins to the local drunk While the sun was going down I confessed my sins to the local drunk While the sun was going down Break down the animals Shake down the undergrowth From Letras Mania