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Frank Zappa. Waka/Jawaka,.....Your Mouth
Your mouth is your religion.
You put your faith in a hole like that? You put your trust and your belief
Above your jaw, and no relief
Have I found
I heard your story when you come home
You said you went to see your sister last night.
Well, you might lose a bunch of teeth
And a funeral wreath
While you'll be laying in the ground
All alone
So tell me, where are you coming from
With all those lines
As you stumble in the breakin' of the day.
Where are you comin' from, my shot gun say
Beacause he just might want to blow you away
'cause he just might want to blow you away
An evil woman can make ya cry
If you believe her every time she lies
Well you can be a big fool
If she makes you lose your cool, and so
I've got me some advice you should try
Just let her talk a little
Just let her talk a little more
Just.., let her talk a little more
And when she runs out of words
Just say the same thing I told ya before...
Tell me, where are you coming from
With all them lines?
As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day
Where are you coming from, my shot gun say
Because he just might want to blow you away
'cause he just might want to blow you away.
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When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. HST
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