(Turn it off, turn it off, turn it!)
You walk all over anyone
Who dares to be a friend
Scream and yell because
You deem them unenlightened
High upon your horse, you preach
You preach, you preach, you preach
Love thy fellow humans
All these filthy little creeps
X-ing off the days
X-ing off the days
I nearly broke my back
As I was bending back for you
Half the time was Hell
And half a waste of time
High upon your horse, you preach
You preach, you preach, you preach
Love thy fellow humans
All these filthy little creeps
X-ing off the days
X-ing off the days
I do not know the answer
To the universe, I fear
So drown me cold and go and find
Your perfect man, my dear
High upon your horse, you preach
You preach, you preach, you preach
Love thy fellow humans
All these filthy little creeps
X-ing off the days
X-ing off the days
X-ing off the days
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