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(6:12) Percussion: Kevin Bartlett Keys and Additional Percussion: H. Rhodes Fretless Bass: Ray Jung
We give to you a disc of gold
It represents the dreams we hold
We'll tell our children what to do
We'll show them how to listen for you Please feel free to call Our wheatfields await you all
We are the number one offender
Of specieism and yet
Here we are reaching out for aliens
Looking for our salvation Pity our emptiness Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls
We think that we're superior
To every living thing
It can be lonely at the top
So we look for higher praise to sing
Won't you just say hello
We'll give you a cable show
We have weapons to intimidate
You if you look afright
Come on down and see our
Zoos and refugee camps
Ain't it worth your time Pity our emptiness Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls SOS SOS
Please feel free to call
Our wheatfields await you all
We are the number one offender
Of specieism and yet
Here we are reaching out for aliens
Looking for our salvation Pity our emptiness Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls Save our souls SOS SOS
Well, there's a beacon in the sky
Meant to catch the Rye
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