Bring Us Closer
It all works out, till it doesn't
We're cheaper by the dozen
You married your second cousin
When you thought it was true love
You're always right, till you blow it
The public records show it
And those angels proudly know it
As they rub it in your face from above
Baby, sit back down on your couch
And scooch on over
We been drunk all night,
Now let's talk ourselves sober
Who knew sweet slavery
would bring us closer?
We drive till we run out of fuel
Committed to conquering cruel
Reading about the world's fools --
Thank God we're not them
You survive until the finale
And go off to that great green valley
Where the shepherds convene to tally
All the dreams you've forgotten
Baby, sit back down on your couch
And scooch on over
We been drunk all night,
Now let's talk ourselves sober
Who knew sweet slavery
would bring us closer?
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