A Pack Of Lies

     Em
They first met at the hospital, she was checking out for good
    Em
Her body patched but past repair, and there her angel stood
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She was feeling quite confused now that her death was close at hand
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She had to face eternity, so why not this mumbling man?
Em
Got himself a wedding suit at a local warrant sale
     Em
It belonged to some old Turkish man who'd owed and gone to jail
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He would coax her mind with talk of love to make her body kind
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Because people hate the truth, you know, they need their pack of lies

[Verse 2]
        Em
Growing tired of being foreign, being spat on and shortchanged
     Em
He demanded that she leave with him for the land from whence he came
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They were herded on like cattle to a ferry at high tide
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This unkempt, aging orphan and his helpless, dying bride
       Em
But he left her at the other shore crying on the deck
        Em
She was slumped against the rail as he had struck to free his neck
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And the customs shed was empty as he made his way inside
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There were no chimpanzees in uniform to hear his pack of lies

[Bridge]
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Now she's ascending into heaven with contentment on her face
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And Holy God is there to greet and batter her into her place

[Verse 3]
       Em
Ah but meanwhile back on Earth it seems the prodigal returned
            Em
They're making him the chieftain and they've come to him to learn
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How the neighbours in the rich land made us steal and kill and lie
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And when they ask who culls the weaklings there he just shrugs and says, Not I!
          Em
Though surrounded by diseases, I stood tall and kept my health
  Em
I could have been important if I'd been somebody else
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The moral of this story is: This land's a victim-farm
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Don't you ever feed a beggar here, he'll eat your fucking arm
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And don't blaspheme the strong ones if you want to stay alive
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Now smile and give them thanks when they say, Here's a pack of lies!