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The merchants are in the temples
the flock is in desire
I got this gadfly in my ear
we're gunna set your wares on fire
Tell us no more of what we've seen before;
we've got it, set it, heard it, read it
Got it, set it, set us to burn
Art lost its erection; its subversion and the fire
The teller's tale is up for sale, and tells us who's the buyer
Tell us no more of what we've seen before;
we've got it, set it, heard it, read it
Got it, set it, set us to burn
Set us to burn; the world is on fire
false what you earn; softly said it,
know we meant it -- no, you can't stop it now
Now we serve a cancer of the imagination wild
Your band name brand name bankable same-same
I see dollar signs
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Where is the fire?
Burned all inside for a quick buck, or two, or
one, two, three, for every soul a piece to be sold
for every feeling wrenched from you gut, a dollar changes hands
but moneychangers won't let me change my currency
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