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Tinker, jailer, filth blackmailer
It makes no odds, they're all going to nail you
Teacher, preacher, angry fathers
They're washing their hands but they'll all spit harder
And I'm sorry about that, I'm sorry about that, I'm sorry
There in the garden the evening sun
Was drying and hardening the air
And we all kissed you on your cheeks
Your tears are still in our hair
The quiet wind was in the valley
But murder was in the trees
And someone cried "I betray myself"
As he crumpled down on his knees
And I'm sorry about that, I'm sorry
About that, I'm sorry about that, I am
Someone said it was on a Friday
That all the voices stood still
Except for a mother and maybe a thief
Friends of the boy on the hill
And someone cursed as he lost at dice
And someone was anxious to pray
And someone cried "I'm being crucified"
I said, "It'll happen every day"
And I'm sorry about that, I'm sorry
About that, I'm sorry about that, I am
Times don't change, it's only the names
But all our cities have fell
No law in books could change our looks
The nails in our hands as well
The purple sky is riding high
Silent but for somebody's screams
And the boy on the hill is still being crucified
As we dream on dreaming of dreams
And I'm sorry about that, I'm sorry
About that, I'm sorry about that, I am
And I'm sorry about that, I'm sorry
About that, I'm sorry about that, I am
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