Anton Barbeau - The Automatic Door | Текст песни

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the filthy rich and the filthy poor
everybody passes through the automatic door
jesus on the cross muhammed kneeling on the floor
everybody passes through the automatic door

except for me you see, i've lived a good life i never took too many drugs
i never cheated on my wife - except for her best friend but that was just a fling - besides it doesn't really count if i take off my wedding ring

the suffragettes are standing with their surfboards on the shore
they're gonna ride the big one through the automatic door
jesus on the cross muhammed kneeling on the floor
everybody passes through the automatic door

oh glory be - and then the knife in the back
you're either with us or against us
ain't no grass in the crack a gonna grow
with all them weeds hanging round
at least the sun is in the sky and it's a beautiful sound

on cobblestone i walk a crooked mile
whilst polishing the sugar in my smile
where has gone the mother we call mom?
child becomes the father to the bomb

the weekends you've been spending at the holy hardware store
to build yourself a bunker with an automatic door
but don't forget the bullets and the handgun in the drawer
in case the switch is broken on the automatic door

jesus on the cross...

the filthy, filthy rich and all the filthy, filthy poor...
everybody passes through the automatic door
the suffragettes are standing...
jesus on the cross...

the filthy rich...

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