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I'm not impressed, I guess I'm not impressed
With which dialect, which dialect marches best
And who reaches Heaven, in what order
When our kids are baptized in mortar

It's a shame that our messiahs move their pawns from different mountains
And we're left to dance these bodies 'round the fountain
If a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley
Who'll be riding in a tank that says "Just married"?

I'm not impressed, I guess I'm not impressed
With which dialect, which dialect marches best
We found that ultimately
You can make it snow in the summer

It's a shame that our messiahs move their pawns from different mountains
And we're left to dance these bodies 'round the fountain
If a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley
Who'll be riding in a tank that says "Just married"?

Contrary to what you believe, we oscillate and vary speed
The food in jail is sulphury, how do inuits spell relief?
Summer's trudging closer and a flurry of white as well
It's the heart of nuclear winter and I'm scared as Hell

It's a shame that our messiahs move their pawns from different mountains
And we're left to dance these bodies 'round the fountain
If a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley
Who'll be riding in a tank that says "Just married"?

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