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 Intro + ://:

 Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin

You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin

I was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from the wall

I was living in the desert, I was trying not to fall

Once I stood upon Olympus, then the heavens opened wide

I beheld that flaming chariot and I saw the sacred bride

Now and then my life seems truer,

now and then my thoughts seem pure

All in all, my thoughts are fewer -

maybe death will be my cure