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The Hush Now

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Years spent on
Droning hymns
At Sunday school
(Our Father, son and holy ghost)
Prostrate on
Orders culled
From ancient rule
(Don�'t tell them where old hands may go)

Just sit down
And shut up and don�'t think
�'til we turn you on
Just sit down
And shut up and don�'t speak
Cause there�'s nothing wrong

Honor codes
Carved in stone
With blood and bone
(Lost on their Fields of friendly strife)
It�'s not enough
To say you
Just don�'t know
(How dare you come through it alive)

Now raise a
Picket fence
And settle down
(It�'s time you found yourself a life)
You�'re much too
Old to sit and
Play the clown
(You have no right to feel alive)

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