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10000 Maniacs Blind Man S Zoo

: "Mercy, mercy," why didn't we hear it? "Mercy, mercy," why did we read it buried on the last page of our morning papers? The plan was drafted, drafted

long and carried far, taken to The Wall. It's 40 paces to the year that he was slain. His hand's slipping down The Wall for it's slick with rain.

what I see: a beast in furs and crowned in luxury. He's a wealthy man in the poorest land, a self-appointed king, and there's no complaining while he's

: In the dark night a giant slumbered untouched for centuries 'til awakened by a white man's cry: "This is the Eden I was to find." There were lands

s more. He's God's mad disciple, a righteous title, for the Word he heard he so misunderstood. Though simple minded, a crippled man, to know this man

inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf. All the good king's men with all their

grows inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf. All the good king's men with all

's more. He's God's mad disciple, a righteous title, for the Word he heard he so misunderstood. Though simple minded, a crippled man, to know this man

"Mercy, mercy," why didn't we hear it? "Mercy, mercy," why did we read it buried on the last page of our morning papers? The plan was drafted, drafted