it gets away, it gets around.
it gets us talking and now we all know how.
this artifact in my eye, don't matter if it's sea or sky,
it gets me going and now we all know how.
we slaved away, we've settled down
and we can tell our story now.
we're just like saints, we're holy cows.
we're holy cows.
just fake whatever you can't take-
whatever slips away
and hold whatever is hard luck
and you don't have to say...
we won't shade whatever you got left.
we won't let you down.
we shake whatever ain't nailed down-
whatever is loose, man,
we shake down.
we're just like saints, we're holy cows
and we're holding count.
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