And sit down in a pew Those humans who ain't human Could be sittin' right next to you They talk about your family They talk about your clothes When they don't know their own ass From their own elbows
7. That's from a John Prine song. Another verse goes like this:
Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm
Have you ever noticed When you're feeling really good There's always a pigeon That'll come shit on your hood
Or you're feeling your freedom And the world's off your back Some cowboy from Texas Starts his own war in Iraq
Some humans ain't human Some people ain't kind They lie through their teeth With their head up their behind You open up their hearts And here's what you'll find Some humans ain't human Some people ain't kind
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