We're having a party We're burning it down We're building an idol He's sad but he don't frown He's the cream of the crop So we're making him god Start writing this down When I give you the nod Them Coptic monks Knew how to keep it real That Zoroastrian thing That Rosicrucian deal Well, they might be wrong They don't give a damn Long as they don't run out Of sacrificial lambs Eat my dust And I'll clean your clock Eat my dust And we'll reel and rock Eat my dust And I'll be your man You can be my Sacrificial lamb Madame Blavansky And her friends Changed lead into gold And back again Krishnamurti said, "I'll set you free Write a check and make it out to me" Take a look At my family tree Every brother and sister Wants something for free You get what pay for From me, my friend Nothing for nothing Forever, amen Eat my dust You can touch my stole Eat my dust And we'll rock and roll Eat my dust And I'll be your man You can be my Sacrificial lamb Smokey and the Bandit And Saddam Hussein Were staying up late And acting insane Along with Russell Crowe And Hafez Assad Start taking this down When I give you the nod The boys are all ready They've laid out the plans They're setting the stage For the man-made man We've worked out the kinks In your DNA So sayonara, kid Have a nice day Eat my dust And I'll clean your clock Do everything I tell you And then we'll talk Eat my dust And I'll be your man You can be my Sacrificial lamb
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