Greetings from the promised land Welcome, chosen few Anything for every man I know what lets do Lets say the clouds all go away Lets say todays a holiday The mirror broke into a million magazines How do you like my hair? Lets stretch this fifteen minutes out Lets call this whimper here a shout Lets give the beggars some delicious recipes And let them eat cake Milk and honey everywhere Wishing you were here Have enclosed a drop or two As a souvenir Lets say the skies are always blue Lets say that wishes do come true A magic mirror spawned a million magazines How do you like my hair? Lets make our quarterhour shine Lets toss a pearl toward the swine Lets send the peasants some attractive napkin rings And let them eat cake Squeaky wheels always seem to get More than their share of grease these days Thats why it all equals out See how it all equals out? So what the hells there to squeak about? Lets say the rainbow has been cleared Lets say that Kansas disappeared Who needs a mirror in a land of magazines? How do you like my hair? Lets take our fifteenminute stance Lets sing about the queen of France Lets treat the masses to imported charity A crust of bread Try this instead Well let you eat cake
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