I wish they'd put up every street for sale
It wouldn't be all that hard
I think they'd sell quite well

And change all the plastic into wood
Burn all our cash
Yeah, that would be good!

Watch out
Cause nothing is ever as it seems
To find the bell that always rings
It's in the shape of things
And make the time
To find a world
That I've denied myself for years
And hug my stone
In the graveyard

Ahhhhhhh

Just take it
Fake it left
Deke out the guard

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Writer(s): WILLIE DIXON