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Jack And Jill

from We're a band. You'd like us. by Wrongtown

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Jack and Jill went up the hill
sent to fetch some water from the well.
Jill was sweet but Jack was bitter
second born of a double litter
And on that day poor little Jill she fell.
And Jack he thinks he's going straight to hell

I'm sick of worshiping the pieces
of such, expertly artworked papers.
'cos they, they mean everything
From nothing to a leash.

Hansel and his sister Gretel
She was soft while he was made of metal
Dark eyes set to kill.
Didn't act like siblings should
Getting money any way they could
For crack, smack, and hammer.
Till one day their purse was tight
He whored her on that black, bleak, night
And she should not forgive.
But she'll stick around, eaten up with sin.

Are we doomed to repetition, to repeat?
Are we lacking recognition or receipt?
Where's the so called seperation between
Church and state?
It's earth and clay.
Its hurt and shame.

I'm sick of worshiping the pieces
Of such, expertly artworked papers.
'cos they, they mean everything
From nothing to a leash.
(x 2)

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from We're a band. You'd like us., released August 22, 2012

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