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Well 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 Well I woke up this morning They say one-and-one is two Well I have my suspicions I believe it may well be another one of these Crazy old religious superstitions Would you believe 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 handfull of nations It's a paper-clip-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 sayin' Yeah, one for the money Two for the money Three for the money Four for even more money The Seventh Wonder was saying' Letras de cancionesIn Seventh Heaven watchin' The seventh building falling On Nine-Eleven Screamin' Lockheed Martin, Northrop Grumman Honeywell and L-3 Communications These are the corporations Sellin' perpetual murder and mass destruction Under the false flag of my protection From the shadow branch of a government Still under the spell of its own addiction To untold commercialization Why it would seem easy to me to see Without too much hesitation How someone 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 civilization So zippity-doodah motherfucker Zippity-aye My oh my, what a wonderful case of the blues I am experiencing today While 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 unmistakeable sounds of my depths and my pains and my sorrow And turns 'em into some kind of embarrasin' soundin' hope for tomorrow And that's not me, man 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 a deal it was that I actually signed But it was my understanding That I would be the single greatest blues guitar player in the world by now, and I am not In fact, to the contrary I'm just another workin' fuckin' schmuck out here standin' around waiting to get shot In yet another tragic edition To an already sorry state of affairs With yet another set of politicians Takin' 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're doin' down here Down here on these courthouse stairs They're sending out their thoughts and their prayers Yep They're sending out their thoughts and their prayers to you That's it too They're sending our their thoughts and their prayers Allow four-to-six weeks for delivery Sending our their thoughts and their prayers Well I woke up this morning And I realized that I repeat myself From Letras Mania