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We're not looking
We're bargaining for pardon
Out of the straits
Of the madhouse garden
And if you fall asleep
May you rest in peace
And we're in the business
The sweet trip
That no one's taking
The bell curve whiplash
That no one's faking
And if you fall asleep
None of us shall weep
'Cause we're in the business